I took The Mister and the littlest sister shopping on Friday while Claire was at school. Body image is always a problem post-partum, even if my huge babies help me loose 25 pounds in a day, things just don't fit right and it takes a while to bounce back. So, we visited Old Navy and the Goodwill to find mama some bigger nonmaternity shirts. I wheeled the sleeping babe and a very wide awake big guy into the dressing room with a stack of shirts. I pulled the first one on, glaring at my spare tire. He looks up at me and says, "You're beautiful, Mama."
Crazy? Yes. Busy? Yes. Sweet as pie. That's my guy.