I Have a Favourite!

Since our time in the hospital (almost 6 weeks ago!) M has been teasing me about favourite children. He'll pick up a baby and say "you're my favourite." He does this because it bugs me. It goes against every instinct in my body for him to pick a favourite. The other day I realized I have a favourite. Don't comment yet! My favourite is whoever I'm staring at. Whoever I'm feeding, burping, changing, bathing, singing to, reading with, doing homework with, walking with, or thinking about. That's my favourite kid. Then if my attention shifts to another, I have a new favourite! And yes, I'm able to have 3 favourites if we're all walking down the rode, or sitting on the couch together. There's my confession for the day! :)

You wanna know what I'm looking forward to now? When I was pregnant I was looking forward to things like peeing like a normal person, walking without pain, twisting to crack my back (which is AWESOME), and sleeping NOT on my back. Now my main goal in life is to teach my daughters to blow their noses. I cannot wait. Their nostrils are so tiny, and their heads are so wiggly, that it is very difficult to help them with snot issues! So I'm thinking they'll be able to blow their noses at 10 months right? Oh boy. That seems a long time to wait for some snot action.

There is something else that I have been looking forward to. I will tell you now. Since finding out I was pregnant, two of my BFFs started habit-changing, weight-loss journeys. Because I was preggers I could not join them, only offer support. Now I can do it! Having support makes all the difference in the world I think in the weight battle. All I need now is batteries for my scale! Do you think it would be cheating if I used my weight from 6 weeks ago as my start weight? That would give me such a boost! Hahahaha! I'll let you know how it goes! :) But I'll tell you a little story to start.

My journey actually started about 3 years ago. I must have been battling a little bit of depression or something, but I made the conscious decision to give up with weight. I tell you no lie. Somehow the idea got into my head that bad-for-me food tasted good enough to give up on health and looks. And by looks I mean awesome clothes. Then one day we were visiting my mom and she had a scale that worked, so I thought I'd get on it for fun. Why did I think that would be fun? I don't know. It was not. I saw a number that woke me out of my fog. I started my journey right then and declared to myself that I would never see that number again! It turns out I did see that number again, but I was 34 weeks pregnant with twins at the time, so I was ok seeing it again in that circumstance. But now that the twins are no longer residing in my belly, I hope that the number is once again in my past forever. :)

Hope you're enjoying my randomness! It's just who I am! Hahahah! Have a great weekend!!