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.
Did you say something? I was too busy being careful with money...
ReplyDeleteTam o' Shanter
Oh, Tam, how I love your frugal ways. They keep me in the fashion to which I've become accustomed. :)
ReplyDeleteThey're so precious!
ReplyDeleteDon't let weigh in fear you into a freeze (like me!)...you are not alone...I'll be struggling now thru these next few days as we hit it hard together. You can do it! When you come back in a month and see you've lost, you'll be so happy you did it! DKLoCh
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious photo! I agree... boys need sisters and vice versa.
ReplyDeleteLove it! Strawberry season around here, too. Although unless someone brings me some jam that won't be a part of it! Glad you all are doing well. And I am impressed that you can still find time to get on here. I don't have a newborn and I can't...I am too busy trying to keep Cooper off the countertops and out of the knives!
ReplyDeleteBlessings! Have a great holiday weekend!