my sisters wedding

My older sister if FINALLY getting married and she has all sorts of opinions.  While discussing the flowers of her choice, I was going to make a point about how no one will remember your flowers.  So I asked her if she remembered mine.....and she was the maid of honor.  All she could remember was that she didn't like them because they were fake.....ummmm I was offended.  I did not have FAKE flowers, they were synthetic.   She needs to get with the program!

my chub

Connor (2 and a half) has been grabbing my extra fat on my tummy, my back, my chest.  I actually have extra fat all over.  I just gave birth to my third child.  That totals three kids in two and a half years so I've got some extra to love and Connor well he loves it.  So he gently squeezed my love handles and tells me, "Honna ike it a lot, mom, it's squishy."  Hes really a great kids.  Just a few weeks ago he came up behind me with a tape measure and held it to my butt, as I held my breath waiting for the truth.  However, to my pleasant surprise, he tells me it's getting smaller, "like baby Owen." Man I love that kid.  Well, for that moment I loved him for sure.  Then there are the other moments.  Like the time I got out of the shower to find him in his sisters crib with his foot jammed down her throat.  I guess that summed up his feelings for his new sister.  And just the other day he spit all over the floor while he was in time out.  I'm talking so much spit Owen could have gone swimming.  So I guess we have a love hate relationship.  I will tell you a little about Olivia next time.  At the moment they are in their respective laundry baskets feeding their babies.  Okay, all hell is breaking loose.