Weighing In

Each of the children has recently voiced their thoughts on my current size. What have they said, you ask?

A few nights ago I was finally sitting down from a long day of standing and chasing children when Peter called me and asked if I could come see something in another room. I told him I was sorry, but no, I really couldn't. He came in to see why. I told him that I needed to keep my feet up because they were swollen, something that has just started in the last week. He looked down at my feet and said, "No they're not." Then he paused, pondering, and added, "Except that they are kind of puffy."

On Saturday morning I was getting breakfast for the kids and was still in my pajamas. Cooper looked at me and said, "Did you know that when your tummy is really big, sometimes your pants fall down?" Yes, I knew. And don't worry, my shirt was still long enough to keep me modest. Then last night during bedtime Cooper looked at my midsection and asked, "Mommy, is your tummy just going to keep getting bigger and bigger and bigger until it's all the way across the room?"

Every night while she says her prayers, Phoebe has started including, "And please help Mommy's tummy that it will get smaller and that her legs will get bigger." Apparently she misses sitting on my lap. I wonder how she'll feel when I have a lap again, but she has to share it with a little sister...