Out of the mouths of babes...

So last night was a doozy. The twins had their shots yesterday at the doc and when we got them up for their last feeding around 11:30pm, they both had a fever. Zoe went back to sleep pretty easily after a bottle and some tylenol, but Tori was up and down a good bit because we also found out that she has an ear infection. Anyway, I have a bit of a cold, so I slept downstairs on the couch and checked on Tori whenever she cried out. I was up from 4-5 with her, re-tylenol-ing her and all that. Finally back to sleep, I am awakened at 7:30 by Maggie standing there staring at me. She's ready to get up for the day, get some breakfast, and watch "kid channel". As I'm getting up from the couch she says to me, "Mom, you look like you ate jelly all night long." I'm thinking, do I have something on my mouth? No clue what she's talking about, so I say, "Maggie, what are you talking about?". She says, "Your belly, Mom. Your belly looks like you've been eating jelly all night."

Ahhh, four year olds. Gotta love em. I actually would have rather eaten jelly all night than have to get up and down with the twins. I think we've been reading too much about Santa and his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. Hmmm...maybe I could moonlight as Mrs. Claus?

I need to remind myself that of course my belly looks like a bowl full of jelly. I mean, this is what it looked like 6 months ago - just a few days before I went in to have the girls! Not sure it will ever be the same again, but it was definitely worth it. Mama's, we need to love our war wounds!