Dear David,

Making an Arnold Palmer in my mouth

Dear David, 

I love spending time with you.  The words that come out of your mouth always seem to come from a deeper, older soul.  Today was no different.  

We were riding in the car, just the two of us having one of our car-talks about whatever when you abruptly changed the subject and announced, "You are my favorite mom!"  We went on to argue who loved who more.  I won.  You on-upped me with your question, "How did you you pick me to be in your belly Mom?"  Oh, D.  You kill me with your sweetness.  "Well, God actually picked you for us." I explained.  "God must have said, 'Hey!  Who wants to go join the Elmgren family?  They need another baby!'"  You interrupted, "I bet I jumped up and said, 'ME! ME!'"  Oh. My. God.  You are seriously the sweetest thing.  I agreed and told you how lucky we were that you and God picked us.  You got quiet for a moment and looked out the window.  Finally you spoke up again, "My eyes are kinda watery."  That's my boy!  My emotionally intelligent, sensitive, old soul.  "Yeah?"  I asked.  "Why are your eyes tearing?"  I held my breath, knowing your reply was going to probably send me over the edge.

"You know when you burp and hold it in your mouth?  Well it fizzes up your nose then your eyes water.  It feels really weird."

Sigh,

I love you to pieces David!!  

Love, Momma

Who reads this shit anyway?

Dear Precious Kids,
Since the better part of my day, life, is dedicated to you I thought it would be fun to explain some of my actions. Since you wont read this until you are out from under my roof, I figure I'm safe. There are days I know I am so good at being your mom…then there are all the others. The days I want to quit. The days I feel I should turn myself in to the authorities. The days I feel like I should apologize for inevitably screwing you up. The days that I think, "THAT is going to come back and haunt me." I want to share my secrets with you so that one day you may realize that I love you more than you ever thought possible. I did the best I could, under the circumstances and that sometimes, I was the just being the selfish witch you thought I was being.
Love you more,
Momma

Living in my own world...where people like me!

Call it pollyannaism, but I think everyone should like me and how I live my life. I try to be nice to everyone and I just assume that everyone has their best intentions when addressing me. However, this thing called weight loss has me stumped. I'm not fat, just wishing I could tighten up these last few jiggles. For a 30ish wife and mom of 3, doing what we all do-laundry, PTA, soccer, football, ballet, and a pretty lemony life with Hubward, I think I am doing pretty good. I'd give myself an 88. However, for me-I just want to look good. Really good. Vanity fair good, stalkerazzi good. So the project commences. tonight. Food plan-1300 calories, 125 g protein, and the rest with fruits and veggies. I'll let you know how it goes....