Oh, precious children.

My brother McKay is famous for his comments.  Sometimes they are deep, sometimes they are off the wall, and sometimes they are just plain, factual observations...that social propriety would discourage from be spoken out loud.  McKay is also known for his concern regarding physical health and appearance of health.  He has especially been concerned about my weight gain during pregnancy.  It's very interesting to have your 11 year old brother be so concerned about your weight gain.  Now, even though we had been through this before when I had Max, he was still very surprised the day I came home with Sadie that I still had a good sized stomach.  Apparently when he heard we were about to pull up he rushed outside, not saying he was so excited to see the baby, but was "excited to see how skinny Kristen is."  What disappointment he was met with.  The next day when he asked me about post-pregnancy weight loss, I explained to him that it takes 9 months to put it on so it takes at least 9 months to take it off.  That seemed to satisfy him, and give me a good window of time to work on loosing the weight.

Flash forward to today.  I was at the park with 7 kids- 2 of my own, my 2 brothers, and 3 cousins.  I'm wearing some pre-Sadie jeans, not quite pre-Max, put feeling good that I'm making progress.  I had some cute shoes and a cute hat and I was feeling pretty good about myself, dare I even say I was feeling pretty trendy, which rarely happens these days.  Sadie was sleeping in her baby bjorn and it was such a beautiful day.  I snapped a picture on my phone to capture the beautiful moment I was having.  Then I went to throw the football around with McKay.  After a few throws he walked over to me, and said "Does it really take 9 months (then made the hand gesture for a large stomach) to get rid of that?"  Apparently I am not looking as good as I felt. :)  Sweet, sweet children.