It all started with the lady I tutored calling her son her treasure. I thought that was neat so I started telling my oldest son that he was my treasure. When I said it to him, he whispered, "Treasure", as if I was telling him a secret. My babies, all four of them, are my treasure.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
And the Punches Keep on Coming
I'm laying on the couch, sweetly snuggling with Eli while watching a movie, when he says, "Mama! My belly is hard and your belly is squishy!"
If you need me, I'll be at the nearest plastic surgeon's office restoring both my dignity and my post-baby body.