Mama of 2 P's in a Pod

So our girls have had their pictures taken with Topeka's very own Santa since they were babies, so when my parents take them to our local train station's Christmas festivities, they are a little biased on who they think Santa truly is. Yes Topeka's Santa is the real deal. He drives a big red truck with the license plate "Toymaker" and carries Rudolph rings with him 365 days a year. His family is very tolerant of kiddos running up to him in restaurants (like Little P did a few weeks ago) and we have enjoyed getting to see him every year. However, what better way to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa than to celebrate Christmas! So even though they know this guy is Santa's helper, they were good sports! Waiting for the man in red to arrive via train!

I have a friend who has moved away and I don't talk to nearly as much as I should. I was one of the first people she told she was pregnant about 6 1/2 months ago and I was very excited to hear her good news. She was the one who talked me into getting a pregnancy test when I was pregnant with Big P. I swore I wasn't pregnant because honestly I thought I wouldn't be blessed enough to have that opportunity. I had some issues before Big P that led me to down the doubting road. For 3 days she pestered me and kept telling me I "was so knocked up". Of course once I brought it up to Kris, he was ecstatic and the test was bought and taken. It turned pink before I even had a chance to put it on the sink. And so, almost 6 years later, we are raising not one P but two and I thank God every day for that. For my friend J though, parenthood has been a heartache. Kris and I checked her facebook on Veteran's Day and learned that their baby boy came two months too early and wen

Something happened last week that broke my heart into a million little pieces. Big P came home from school upset about something a boy in her kindergarten class said to her. I asked her what he said and it took her a little while to build up the courage to tell me. She told me it would hurt my feelings because it hurt hers. I told her she could tell me anything and I would listen no matter what. She said the boy (who she has had word matches with quite a bit since school started) was making fun of her because her parents are "big". I asked her what she thought he meant and she made the motion of a big belly. I hid my sadness and gave her a reassuring smile. I let her know that we are all shaped differently and that she knows mommy and daddy have some work to do to get healthy. I asked her what she said back to this boy, and she told him that we are all different and we shouldn't make fun of people because of that. I am a very proud but sad mama. I never wanted my weight o