Sunday, March 1, 2009
Yay - I'm back for Baby Picture Sunday. (No, I didn't go anywhere - just a little blogging break). This week, Debi wanted us to pull out any pictures we have to commemorate Mardi Gras/Fat Tuesday.
We don't really celebrate Mardi Gras over in the other Bouf household - generally because it's busy season in the accounting industry and not really much to celebrate - HOWEVER - Katie did score some Mardi Gras beads from one of her grandmothers long ago. I don't remember which because I know she's conned both of them out of their beads in the past. I have pictures of her in them as far back as 2007, but they don't come cuter than this one.
Make sure you head over to Who Says 8 is Enough? to see who else is playing along this week.
You know, I was half tempted to post a picture of myself for "Fat" Tuesday ;). But since I didn't, here's a little story at my expense:
Yesterday we were getting ready for the birthday party of one of Katie's classmates and she told me that she was going to pick out my shirt. I immediately laughed and told her I didn't think so. I put on a new shirt that I had just gotten and was nice and loose and she told me "No, you are NOT wearing that Mommy. I do NOT like that shirt." I didn't feel like dealing with her so I decided to change anyway. Of course, she led me to every blue shirt in my closet to change into. I put one on and she told me, "Oh, I love it mommy; I really, really love it!" I then told her sorry that I was too fat and I had to wear something else. I showed her where it was too tight and told her I couldn't wear it that day. The pants I was wearing weren't helping the fit. So here is the rest of the conversation:
Me: Katie, I can't wear this shirt. Mommy's too fat.
Katie: No, you're not fat mommy.
Me: (sighing) Yes, I am..see right here..my belly is sticking out too much. I need to wear a different shirt.
Katie: Ohhhh, why are you so fat mommy? (and then something uncomplimentary about her daddy's physique).
Me: Because I've been eating too much. (Not to mention the fact that 2 c-sections have completely redistributed all my weight to my gut and well, I'm feeling especially bloated today...but I didn't think she'd understand all that.)
Katie: (speaking to me like she's disciplining me) Mommy, STOP eating so much.
Me: Oh, ok, Katie.
Katie: My belly is so fat, too. I need to stop eating, too.
Me: Ah, Katie. You're belly is perfect. You're not fat.
Katie: Yes it IS, right HERE (pointing to her belly that she is now sticking out as far as possible).