If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy . . .
The weigh-in was painful, but SO necessary. I just have to remind myself that I've had three babies in four years in a body that never did bounce back to a pre-partum state.
I think patience with myself will be the key. It's a marathon, not a sprint, my friends.
Meanwhile, the strawberry crops are ready up here and that means jam around these parts. I think if Rob had to choose one thing to eat every day for the rest of his life, it would be lightly toasted bread with strawberry jam.
In fact, I think he eats it every day right now. He calls his snack "a piece and jam" -- and it makes him remember his dad.
As for me? Well, the two monkeys below are just about the best things life has to offer.
This boy thinks his baby sister hung the moon. It is so good for boys to have a sister.
And a brother.
And another sister and another sister thrown in for good measure.