George’s birthday was yesterday. Can you believe that the baby in this photo is already five?! I can’t.
We celebrated quietly, as a family, with fish sticks & cake (eaten separately) and later, a monkey pinata in the backyard. I didn’t take a single photo (because I can’t find my memory card) but because I am working on a New Improved Attitude, I didn’t sweat the small stuff and made real life memories instead.
I did ask Cate to snap some pix and take some videos. Maybe I’ll post the pinata one later ’cause it’s really cute watching Toddler Francis at bat. Also, when you ask George how old he is, he says “I’m hize!” because he can’t pronounce five.
We probably ought to get that fixed but for now, cuteness! Freshly minted 5-year-old cuteness!!
Also, I hope I never forget how George sweetly informed me: “If you don’t have enough money for a present, Mommy, you can just get me a card.” Are you swooning? I swooned. I love this kid.
In the end we didn’t get him a card; we got him a Star Wars Lego set to complete with his big brothers. (Indeed, I can hear the 16-year-old rummaging through the pieces as I type.) We sent them upstairs to work on it while the rest of us watched the new Hobbit movie.
Okay, what the heck did they do with the book?! (Other than that, we liked it.)
The toddler, being hopped up on ice cream and pinata candy, was climbing all over me like a little puppy. Seriously, that’s what I get for lying on the floor. I get pummeled, is what, and I get belly blows galore. At one point, Francis climbed up and lay splayed on my gut. “He likes it,” I said, “because I’m warm & squishy.
“Plus I’ve got two soft pillows.”
Cate laughed and went back to watching the beautiful (but not in the book!) elf on the screen.
This brings me to my blog announcement. I will be discontinuing my Weigh-In Wednesday series as of Right Now because I’ve been thinking–and praying–about what my focus should be, and I don’t think it’s healthy to obsess about the numbers. It’s true that I struggle with stress eating and gluttony, and it’s true that I have a soft, squishy mid-section. You know what? My husband loves my body, (especially the extra pounds on top), and I’m pretty sure your husband loves yours too.
Plus if your husband’s anything like mine, it’s the sparkle in your eyes he loves the most.
So. I apologize sincerely for all the scale shots and am rethinking my focus for the blog. Yes, I struggle with stress-eating and gluttony, (Wait a minute! I already said that) and yes, I’ve watched my weight roller coaster for a good many years. (I’ve been quite heavy in my day…and then lost so much after the birth of Angela that my husband told me stop, I looked skeletal!)
Yesterday I was out buying stuff for the party, and I crossed paths with a woman in the dairy aisle at Walmart. “I love that color on you,” I told her, and I did. The soft turquoise t-shirt complemented her black skin beautifully. “Thanks!” she beamed, and a conversation ensued…about buying t-shirts and parenting teens and, well, LIFE. As we talked, I noticed her deep brown eyes and a thin scar that ran along her upper cheek. I noticed the sparkle in her eyes and her enthusiasm…
And yes, I noticed that she was overweight…
But she was beautiful! My goodness, I noticed that the most.
So. Bottom line is, I think you’re beautiful too. I know I do, because the scales are falling from my eyes in a way I didn’t expect and God is sending me a message that it’s the whole person that matters. More on this later but for now…
Take care. Take excellent care of yourself. I love you in Him and hope to love me, too.