You're going to be glad you read this...

The stretch marks on my belly look like spaghetti.

(See?  Paying off already...)

And no matter how many sit-ups, how many 10Ks, how many diets...  they are a permanent part of me.

You know how us mothers like to hold our 86+ hours of labor against our children as though they intentionally came into this world to torture us?

I could get so many more miles out of just "showing-off" my spaghetti and with a horrified look and a raspy voice say, "What have you done???"


So Suzie turned 3. 

I guess turning 3 is hard.

From cakes that must not be touched (?)
to insensitive mothers,

it's a real drag.

One might even fall to the temptation of the sippy cup.

Those of us who have been there can be a comfort to those less experienced.

If Garret could speak he might calm Suzie with a simple shrug and a, "Hey, aging just means that the candy on the fridge will be within reach soon..."

I say go ahead and be a diva on your birthday, Suzie.  Because just as this spaghetti-belly is permanent, you are too.  And there's nothing I can do about it. 

Well, I guess I could put you down for a non-negotiable nap and eat the rest of your cake...

Happy Birthday Little Miss Suzikins!

"When I turned two I was really anxious,
because I’d doubled my age in a year.

I thought, if this keeps up, by the time I’m five

I’ll be 64."

-unknown