It's summer. It's summer and I woke up at 6:30 am (not like me) to make sure that I 'got my game on' and was ready for the internet rat race that began promptly at 7:00 am AKA signing up my TWO preschool children for the San Elijo Raggedy Ann & Andy fall session. phewww. My fingers were fast enough to get two girls into two different classes...but by 7:03, the classes were full. A little insane.
So I was feeling productive...instead of climbing back into my cozy warm bed I got dressed and headed to the gym, then even got a couple of packages off, came home to check on things (1/2 the fam was still asleep) and went to get my hair hi-lighted, weaved...whatever you call it. Feeling pretty good about myself...all before noon. It's summer.
So I'm changing out of my gym clothes and Izzie with her cutest smiley bright face comes in and asks for some lip gloss...a 3x/day routine for her. As she's putting it on she says, "I love you, fatty pants." It's a common term around here---mostly cause I've always called my lovable squeezable yummy babies 'fatty pants'. It stuck. Who's the fatty pants now?! I was a little offended...I know I'm not skinny minnie and certain parts of my unseen body may even look like they've carried six beautiful kiddos. But fatty pants? Okay, so it's endearing. So I ask Izzie, "Where do you see fatty pants?" She says, "your boobs, your buttocks, and your tummy." (yes, 'buttocks' is commonly used by Izzie in our house) Fair enough. So I guess the chocolate binges aren't working for me? Izzie likes to keep it real. As for the chocolate binges...when my ovaries go away, maybe the binges will too.
7 comments:
Don't count on EVER losing your chocolate craves - maybe a little less desperate, but still there - ovaries or no ovaries.
However, you will be able to wait to find the "good stuff" instead of desperately scavengering for a lost chocolate chip in the back of the cupboard, or even old cheap Halloween chocolates to satisfy the crave.
Lol...one day I was leaning over to clean the bathtub and Christian, who was standing behind me, asked "Why do some people have big bums?" But Shayla, seriously, you've got most of your junk in the right trunks, I wouldn't worry ;)
Don't feel bad. Dave once termed himself "Fatty Daddy" and the kids use it regularly.
I would agree with my sis you are lucky enough to have it in all the right places. And the chocolate binges, I couldn't live w/out them!
So what classes did you get them in? That's hilarious what Izzie said to you! Kids are so great for self esteem, huh? LOL
You rock, Fatty Pants.
Sorry, couldn't resist. Not that I parade around my kids in my all-together, but on the rare occasion that they see me, they are not complimentary. They also tell me I have a scary frowny face. Which I do.
That's pretty funny, but you look great! I don't know if I told you that or not this summer, but you looked really good. Yesterday, Mattie was going to the bathroom and she says to me, "Mommy I have a small butt, and you have a big butt!" Matt thought it was hilarious.
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