J has been in the habit of weighing himself every morning. You know. He’s on a mission to be “lean”.

Ahem.

So nice of him to start that mission during my pregnancy, right?

Anyway.

I won’t complain because he has gotten lean and mommy happens to think it’s pretty H-O-T!

And as long as he’s not asking me to weigh-in every morning….we are good to go. I absolutely despise the scale right now.

Literally. Having to be weighed in at the doctor every 2 weeks when you are prego is cruelty. Not to mention depressing.

P…however…thinks he MUST do exactly like daddy. Weigh himself that is. Not get lean. Don’t worry, I’m not cruel enough to put my 2 year old on a mission to get lean. Come on now. You know me better than that.

But look how cute he is when he trys puts his little feetsies on the scale.

And, OH MY, he has hit 30lbs!

What a big boy I have. And what fat toes.