Friday Fun

 

Fingers crossed that this works; I've never tried uploading a video before! Hope this brings a few smiles for your Friday--and hope you are having as nice of a Friday as we are here--we're loving all this sun and temperatures in the seventies!

 

Mom Confession

Fact: My son is a better eater than I am. Probably because he doesn't quite have the element of choice that I do--he's pretty much limited to eating the food I put in front of him--but still. I intentionally make an effort to offer him healthy choices and a wide variety of fruits and veggies, but then don't really follow through myself (even though most of the time it would be super easy to). For example: Breakfast. I always have a bowl of cereal. Always. Even on days we have pancakes or something I usually end up sneaking a bowl sometime mid-morning. And while I'm not eating the super sugary stuff like Lucky Charms (although I totally would), it's still cereal. Pretty much just carbohydrates and milk. William, however, has a bowl of yogurt with fresh fruit, sometimes served with crushed cereal on top, sometimes served with an egg, sometimes served with a slice a bread. Just depends on what we have--and how hungry he is. And when he is inevitably hungry again by 9:30, I usually offer him more fresh fruit (and typically something different than what he had for breakfast) or string cheese or raisins and Cheerios if pickings are really slim. I, however, usually don't join him in that "healthy" snack, because I have typically spent most of the morning grazing on whatever goodies we have in the house--Oreos, gummy worms, goldfish crackers, even spoonfuls of Nutella straight out of the jar if I'm really desparate and we have no other snacks left in the house. I know that I'm growing another child and I know that I should probably better regulate what I'm feeding him/her, but at least I do a good job of offering William healthy options (at least most of the time). That counts for something, right?

For Comparison...

20 weeks with WEBS on the left, 20 weeks with BOB (William) on the right. Just a little bit of difference!

And I apologize for the ridiculously poor quality of the image, but if I were to wait for Darrell to do something fancy and stitch the images together all professional-like, it'd probably never get done. So take what you get--it's more than enough to see how much bigger I am this time around (and that's not even a recent picture; I was twenty weeks almost three weeks ago!).