I love the small moments with my kids, the moments I cherish. I got some with 3 out of 4 kids today. It was a bleh kinda day, about the only smiles I got today. Vahny and I had a tickle fight this morning, that crazy hair that desperately needs to be cut, and those extra blue eyes because he has been kissed by the sun. Goodness, he is so cute with those blue eyes and his craters (dimples that are incredibly deep).

I got to take Chandlur to his therapy session tonight. He also displayed his sweet character during therapy. JoAnnita stubbed her toe and he stopped mid sentence to make sure she was ok. He held one of the swings on his obstacle course so it wouldn’t bump into me. He even did the best I have seen with listening and remembering what animal to pick up and which color hula hoop to throw it in. Toping that all off with our car conversation of what his favorite music is. It warms my heart to see him improving and when we have more big boy type of conversations. That kid is so amazing!

Now, my sweet Adalyn. She loves to be tossed around, wrestled with, and tickled. Her laugh has just changed. It is more toddler and less baby. She also loves to dance around, dipping and all. There was a song on that I really like, Aerosmith’s “Dream On”, and she wanted me to pick her up. I had just gotten back from Chandlur’s appointment and she missed her mommy. I flung her around, dipped her, twirled in circles and had her giggling.

I live for these small moments I get with my babies.

My kids think Crystal Light (of which they have just been poured) is juice and Quaker granola bars are candy bars. I get teased at how healthy we are here…i have never bought Caprisuns or Sunny Delight. Cany happens during holidays (and Halloween, some of which we still are consuming), bribes to potty train, and treasure hunts. When the kids get hungry between meals and snacks, they grab some carrots. Red, yellow, and orange peppers are some of their favorite foods and don’t blink at eating broccoli. We think our youngest is going to be a tree hugging, animal loving, vegatarian because the only meat he eats 100% is fish, chicken once in awhile, and for the times we do have cows for dinner he won’t eat any of it. The part that makes me laugh the most, they love black coffee and coffee beans. When i make my daily coffee (decaf of course), many times they ask for a bean and volunteer to take my cup to the counter to drink the drops in the bottom.
Now, if only i can convince my hubby not to love me with food…..i joke he keeps me fat so no one else will want me:) My weight has been a lifetime struggle. i was always the chubby kid even though i ate less (mom was our portion control) than my 4 other siblings, we didn’t have video games, nor were we allowed to watch much boob tube. In my teen years i ate much less than my counter parts and yet, was still always the chubby friend. All the walking to/from school and to my job, you would think i’d be a toothpick. In my early twenties i hunkered down, ate perfectly and worked out 1-2 hours 6 days a week. I was almost down to my goal, and guess what? The stick had 2 pink lines. i gained 40 pounds with my first and haven’t been able to shake it (Starbuck’s java chip ice cream babe!) i didn’t seem to gain much of anything (10lbs then 15lbs) with the other two. However, after i had them i did. After my third i was up to 208 (my heaviest). Keep in mind, i am only 5′2. Thankfully i am a solid girls and my muscle mass is much higher than the ‘average’ gal. i am now back down to 180 which was my weight after my first baby. It is much harder now, than it was back then to shed this fat. Having 3 kids back to back and the fact i am quickly encroaching the big 3-0 (althought thankfully my ‘real age’ is 25.4 according to RealAge.com and that’s about how old i feel. i mean, 30! REALLY??!!) had begun to show.
Lately i have come to peace with my fat. i have a wonderful man who really doesn’t care as long as i don’t make it an issue. i am very healthy, eating good foods, running, walking, and lifting my weights. i have changed my focus from just getting rid of my fat, to just being healthy. As long as i have healthy habits, that’s all that matters, right? i find peace in the fact i can run a mile of some serious hills without stopping, and the fact i can carry an 80lb hurt child hundreds of yards across the playground to her house without getting winded.
i am strong in spirit and health. i have 3 miracle children whom i adore. i am passing down great healthy habits to the next generation. If my body isn’t what society says is perfect, that’s ok because i am perfectly happy.