And my heart smiled

I just witnessed the most precious exchange between Little Bitty and A.J. Both were laying in my bed fake sleeping (fake sleeping consists of closing your eyes and snoring a really silly snore) and Little Bitty turns to A.J. and says, "G'night A.J." and gives her an air kiss. A.J. smiles and sends an air kiss back to Little Bitty.

I blame it on Barbie

First, a little history. In high school and college I was one of the obnoxious people who could eat whatever he or she wanted and not gain an ounce. Instead of the standard "Freshman 15" I lost 10 lbs. It wasn't until I had my first child that my metabolism started to take a dive.

A few months ago a friend (whom I will refer to as F, as in F for friend. Very clever, I know.) that I haven't seen in probably 18 years (since college) sent me an email. F was going to be in Atlanta next week and did I want to get together? A week?! I can't lose 50 lbs in a week! My first thought was to decline but instead I took a deep breath, said yes and reminded F that it had been 18 years, 4 kids and 3 c-sections since we had last seen each other. F responded back with understanding and a confession. They too had gained weight and was a little embarrassed. I keep thinking back to that email. Why couldn't we just be excited about seeing each other and catching up? Why was my first feeling panic instead of happiness? Is it an innate thing, being ashamed of your body instead of being proud about the person you are?

I blame it on Barbie. Who's sick idea was it to give young, impressionable girls a doll who has giant boobs, a minuscule waist and legs up to their armpits? If you find them send 'em my way. I'll sit on them.

Momma doesn't go outside

Those that know me well know two things for sure. One is that since the twins were born I rarely leave the house. The second is I do not go outside. I am not one who enjoys the out of doors. When A.J. suggests "Outside!" my reply is always the same. "Honey, you know Momma doesn't go outside." Thankfully, DH does not have the same feelings so outside play always falls to him.

So it will come as a huge shock to everyone that I took Hay, A.J., and Little Bitty to the park today for a playdate with some other moms and dads in my multiples club. And I have pictures to prove it!

Now I get it!

So I never really got the whole blogging thing. I've never been much of a journal person. The diary that I received for my 10th birthday still has plenty of blank pages. But now that I'm a SAHM with 4 kids (3 of them toddlers) I think I get it. You can pretend like you are having an adult conversation with someone (albeit a cyber someone) instead of what you are actually doing . . . talking to yourself. It will be a nice break for our dog, Casey. Even he has grown tired of our conversations.