I am bound and determined to get back on the blog saddle. Here I sit, with hot coffee in hand, mulling over which of the twenty blog posts that have been swimming around in my head for weeks, should receive tonight’s nomination. If you’re looking for the weighty blog post, then C.S. Lewis (author of my life) please forgive me for borrowing a title from one of your writings. But she is honestly, THE WEIGHT of Glory.
And of course, this Butterball loves to be held. Insists upon it really. She’s a very loud Insister. At the end of the day, I feel like I’ve been trying to live life with a 18 pound turkey on my hip. The child lives in spandex because anything more rigid, won’t squeeze beyond her knees. Thank the Lord for all of the 12 month onsies Faith recently just left in her wake. I’m afraid my four month old is a mere six months away from lapping my two year old!
Hope is into the grabbing stage of her little life. That’s a fun stage. All of a sudden you see her little mitts coming for something that has caught her eye…your nose, your hair, your sweater. And she’s definitely found her voice. I can assure you, she has a good set of vocal chords to go with those jelly rolls.
The good news is that she’s helping her Mommy get her figure back. I’m back in those beloved pre-preggo jeans, which has me very happy and worried all at the same time. It’s a little early to be back in those jeans. I’m burning a lot of calories right now, trying to feed the turkey and carry the turkey, while homeschooling two older turkeys and chasing down the turkey that always gets into mischief. Did I mention the last turkey has decided she wants to be potty trained?? Call in the reservists!!!
There is no enjoyment of food at this juncture. Food is a means to an end. It is fuel. Coffee is the match. To light the fuel. Most of the time, as I fuel, I am being defueled by the 18 pound turkey all at once. I waffle back and forth between, starting solids, and not. Like she looks like she could use solids! But maybe solids would help me handle the calorie demand. And then…on top of that…our family joined a fitness gym. (which my friends is a whole ‘nother blog post). And while I’d love to get some cardio in…where in the wide world of sports am I going to find the calories to do it??
She’s worth her weight in gold though. Hope is a sweetheart. We all go ga-ga to hear her giggle over a silly face. And she’s a fantastic sleeper and eater (obviously).
WOW…she is a butterball…And what a sweetie! My kids seemed to get really big really quickly too…but they didn’t take my baby figure with them…I kept that!! LOL…You certainly have your hands full…potty training on top of home schooling and nursing full time…WOW…what an amazing woman you are! Give yourself a break from that gym…sounds like Hope is burning all your calories for you for now! (I know how you feel about those stinky health nurses…DON’T LISTEN TO THEM!!! Listen to your baby…You’ll know if she’s ready for those solids!)
I LOVE those rolls!! How DOES such a slim, trim family produce babies with such rolls anyway? Your “little” turkey is precious!
WOW! That is the kind of photo that can be used down the road to totally embarrass her. Save it, you may need it for keeping her in line in her teen years. She is still a “cutie”, just a roly poly cutie. Grandpa Don swore you transposed her head using photoshop onto some other kids body. I informed him that you grow some of yours off the charts. I would suggest some strength training instead of cardio, but obviously you are already pumping iron. Try doing some squats with her. Great for the glutes and she will love the up and down elevator feeling.
I always wanted a chubby wubby like that. Gosh you just want to squeeze her.
I know you are busy…But I miss your posts!!! Hope you post again soon!!