I weighed 145 this morning, but I have a touch of the flu and I feel bad counting "I got sick" weight loss. Middle Monkey is really sick. I am just a little sick so far. Everybody else is fine.

Sweet Boy

Logan patted my belly and announce "you're getting skinny". He is 13 and newly appreciative of girlness. My girlness isn't gross in the OH MY GOD MY PARENTS HAD SEX way yet. He can still tell me "you're getting skinny " and it not be weird yet. I love this because I am so not getting skinny.

I'm going to type it three more times

"You're getting skinny"
"You're getting skinny"
"You're getting skinny"

Such a sweet boy. I wonder what he really wants?