  Sunday afternoon I was visiting some of my Grandma's neighbors while she took a nap. My Aunt Teresa asked if I was having another baby. I wanted to shout an obscenity at her but I restrained myself - mostly. I told her, "Hell no. I guess I'm just fat but thanks for the lovely compliment. " I admit I have a slight paunch but her comment was insulting.
I think the last time I saw this particular aunt I was 98 pounds. I've had three kids since then so excuse me if I'm not pencil thin anymore. I'm 5ft 8 for cryin' out loud. 98 was probably too thin. Her comment hurt my feelings and fired my determination to get back in shape. I think 1/2 mile hike 5 days a week will be a nice start.
First it's a 1/4 mile walk down the steep hills on the dirt road to wait for the bus then it's 1/4 mile up the steep hills to get back home. I should pull my five pound weights out and start using them again, too. Am I pregnant? Hmph! The first day of school was a success. The first thing she said when she got home was, "I had a great day, Mommy.
" Next she said, "I have a boyfriend. His name is Michael. " Eeek! I didn't expect that so soon. My husband's twin asked if he could take the girls swimming this evening. I told him he can't take all three of them.
He's not afraid of them anymore and that's probably because the "baby" is 2 and can communicate her needs/wants verbally for the most part. I just don't think he's ready to take a 5 year old, 3 year old and 2 year old swimming without lots of help. The 2 year old throws a fit at bath time at least three times a week so I immediately ruled her out. The 3 year old is questionable but the 5 year old is good to go. I have to admit if he was taking them anywhere besides swimming I would probably send all three with him. 
