Too Big

I am not a tiny girl. This is not a shocking statement, nor meant to be self-loathing. I'm just not small. I don't think I'll ever be: I am a Sternberg (mom's maiden name) after all. I am losing weight again and after I lose just one more pound, I get to wear my new orange Chacos. I'm very excited. I'm going to keep losing weight until I'm where I want to be for the rest of my life--weight wise. I'll let you know when I get there. :)

I had an interesting conversation with Simon this week-end. I was going to the bathroom and he decided to visit me there. I usually get a visitor unless Go Diego Go is on in the living room. Can any of you relate? Yup, I see a hand or two raised.

So, Simon stands there looking at me. He bends down and looks on either side of the toilet. "What's up Simon?" "eh meneme eh na ma na too big" (He fills in with lots of nonsense words. He did this in Chinese as well.) "The toilet is too big?" "No, mommy is too big." and he points at my thighs which don't fit completely on the toilet seat. Wish he would have stuck with the non-sense words. "No, mommy isn't too big for the toilet. It'll still work." He shakes his head and tells me again that I'm too big. I assure him that it will be fine and then ask him to go and do . . . oh I forget what I asked him to do--find Garrison, pick up a toy, chose a book. . . something.

Doesn't it make you feel great that your thighs are larger than a toilet seat? (hear the sarcasm? If you didn't please read again.)

I love being a mom, and though my thighs are getting smaller, I'm glad I have thighs that go over the edge. I'd hate to try and balance like Simon has to when he sits on the toilet. :)