back to the drawing board
Hello everyone. This is not my usual time to blog. I normally blog at midnight, and it is 10 in the morning, so this blog may actually make sense....then again, it may be worse than usual. I usually do my best thinking when everyone else is asleep.
Anyway, I just thought I would announce my decision (that sounds very important, but don't get your hopes up). Yesterday I went back to weight watchers. I lost a lot of weight on Weight Watchers before I got pregnant with our last child, but then I decided that being pregnant entitled me to eat anything and everything I saw. And just eating a little of this and that was not enough. I had to eat for thirteen. After all, one never knows if they might be wrong when they told me they only saw one. I was big enough for at least octuplets. However, when only one baby popped out, well then I had to think of what I would do with all that extra weight that I was carrying around for the other 7 babies that were not there. I decided I would eat while I thought about my crisis.
I did go back to weight watchers a couple of times, but I just never had it together. I guess I wasn't ready to really get started, but I think I am now. I saw some of my deaf friends the other day, and they asked me if I was pregnant again. That is what I love about the deaf community. They are brutally honest! I think that is when I started getting ready to go back. Then my friend at church said she needed to go because she can't fit into her wedding dress,(she is getting married in Feb.) so we went together, and we are going to try to help each other. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Moving on to other subjects, just thought I would update you on the kids. Let's see, we are having revival meetings at church this week, and so there is always something to talk about after going to church. My oldest ds is much like the deaf community I was talking about earlier. He also is brutally honest, and he says whatever comes to his mind whenever he thinks it. So, last night at church we have this man singing, and he is talking before his songs. My son finally reached his limit, stood up and said, "Could you just sing the song!" My embarrassment was almost as great as when, just a few weeks ago, he stood up and turned to point at a man a few rows behind us and exclaimed, "Look, that man has a reverse mohawk. See he has hair on the sides but none on top!" Only a few minutes later he proclaimed that he had to use the bathroom, and began to tell me that he had to go so bad that "this part is" (as he points to what part of his anatomy that we have told him is private). Before he finishes the sentence I tell him just to go to the bathroom, and not to tell me! LOL
You know, I really thought I knew how I would raise my children...before I had any. Nathanael has taught me that I know nothing about raising children. In fact, Nathanael has taught me way more than I have taught him. But, I will not bore you with all that!
Sorry this blog isn't up to my usual standards. I mean, the three of you (my regular audience) have come to expect this blog to live up to a certain expectation, and I doubt that I have done that today, but do know that I will be back. Until then...May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits. Adios!