So today after dinner it finally happened... Kelly pointed to my still not gone tummy (where baby Preston used to live) and said, "Mom why do you still have that."
Hmmmm... I tried not to pause or look shocked, I quickly responded that I am really a bear and I have to save as much fat as possible in order to survive this winter season. Well actually I didn't say that, although I would have liked to. Instead I was mostly honest and said, "After moms have babies it takes a while for their tummies to go away."
If I was being totally honest I would have said, "You see sweetheart your mommy likes donuts and brownies with ice cream and on a really crappy day she could probably down half of a French Silk Pie!" then I could continue it with: "You see Kelly, your mother has NO willpower" and If I really wanted to scare her I could have finished it with "Statistics show that you will most likely inherit this tummy that I have, because I will probably be passing on my bad habits to you. So treasure your cute little waist while you can sweetie"
So there you have it. In a few more months I will no longer be able to blame this tummy on Preston. I will have to take responsibility for my lack of Willpower. Maybe a good way to start would be to stop blogging right now and go downstairs and play Dance Dance Revolution with Adam and the kids... I've gotta start somewhere.