A few minutes ago Libby found a piece of plastic that she declared, "my tape measure!" (It was perfectly safe, so) I obliged and told her I'd mark it with inches. It is just over 9 inches long. I showed her how to measure things and we practiced with her finger, a word on a magazine, and then my finger....
L: your finger is .... 3 inches!
L: (the magazine)... it's.... about 7 inches.
L: okay mama, your tummy is... all the inches!
WELL, that's never a good feeling. so, to make myself feel a bit better I asked her,
M: and how many inches is that?
L: stretching tape measure across my waist um, 9 inches.
M: yep, that's about right!
I mean, I figure that's not all that bad. I've had 2 kids for pete's sake!
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I LOVE it.
A nine inch waistline is nothing to sneeze at. I'd be thrilled to be back at 25 or 26 inches, but like you said, after kids . . .
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