And not with joy.
With clenched teeth, squinty eyes and arms outstretched, fingers wiggling, Blake comes running at me.
"Mommy, I just love you soooo much! You are squishy, just like jello!"
This morning while I snuggled up next to him to watch cartoons, he says,
"Wow, Mommy you are big. Are you having another baby?"
It's not funny.
I can barely walk this week, let alone get off the toilet due to boot camp.
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