We heard that they were remaking Karate Kid, so we thought we would give our kids a chance to try out. I can’t wait to show Carter’s to his future girlfriends.
Really, we signed Carter up for some Kung Fu classes this summer through the Y and he wanted to show me that he already knew karate. Yes, you should fear his mad skills:
And not to be outdone, Samantha wanted to show off her Kung Fu moves:
When we were young and innocent…
I found these pictures recently and thought they were fun. Looking at them now, I really think our kids are a good mix of both of us.
I am the cutest one (of course) – sitting down with brown hair:
And if you can’t tell, Mike is the smallest. 
Weren’t the 80’s great?
Let me preface this post by saying that I’m not looking for a pity party here. I’m not looking for comments saying how beautiful/thin/good looking I am (although those are certainly welcome on any other post). This is just some good old fashioned venting, plain and simple.
I can’t tell you how many times I have been asked over the past couple of months if I am pregnant. No, I am not. I have 3 beautiful (in my own biased opinion) children and a cursed Peterson gene that causes me to hold onto all the weight I gained with those 3 children in my mid-section. Believe me when I say that if I could trade it for a little junk in the trunk I would. I try to brush off the pregnancy comments but really, they are starting to hurt. I am doing my best. I have been working out. I do my crunches/planks/whatever before bed. So cut a girl some slack!
When in doubt, I suggest that we take a “don’t ask, they’ll tell” policy. This may be common sense for some, but apparently not for everyone. If someone has blessed baby news to share, they will. If they don’t, well you can leave that to your own imagination. Give it a few months, and you will probably get your answer. And now I feel better. At least a little.
