Well it’s the big day, baby’s baptism day. Sun is shining in the sky so hopefully this is a good sign! Bathed all the little people last night , the clothes are laid out, and now? Well today my nine year old is in a sulky mood. So I’ve told him he won’t be coming to the party if he keeps it up! He’s so moody, almost like split personality, there’s my little boy and then this bloody sulky yoke that I don’t know from Adam!
I’ve to go to collect the cake now, my dad was 60 during the week so the cake is a birthday one for him, never really understood the reason for “christening cake”, baby isn’t gonna eat any and the mum is probably avoiding all cake (in public at least) trying to shed the jelly belly! Speaking of my jelly belly, while watching Dr Who last night with the family (very scary, actually screamed and jumped when the statue moved). My daughter wobbled my jelly belly and said, “your tummy is so wobbly mummy, look!” I was upset, asked her not to wobble the tummy but then I thought of something, well two things really, the first being that I do have a big wobbly belly and she was just commenting on reality and the second being my attitude to my body (tummy in particular at the moment). I do say negative things about my self, grabbing handfuls of flab and complaining about it. What is this gonna do for my daughters perception of her body?
So today I’m wearing my corset under my dress (otherwise I’d wind up wearing something I don’t really want to just to cover everything up) and I’ll try not to complain about my bingo wings!
The weather is lovely today, obviously God is pleased, just hope i don’t burst into flames when i go into the church! Yesterday my husband said we’d have to mime when the priest asks us do we reject Satan, seeing as we are such huge fans of Satan’s accessories, booze, sex and rock and roll!
Midget Wrangler 
Ah, sweet hypocrisy… I’m planning to go Unitarian, I think they just make you promise to do the best job you can manage.
I think sex, drugs and rockn’roll are old hat for Satan, really,. I think the stuff you have to renounce is more like child abuse, murder, the real evil stuff.
Bingo wings – ugh, mine keep catching my eye when I’m doing anything vigorous – what’s that? I think – Oh, it’s just my flabby upper arm wabbling about! Lovely. A truly shit design flaw in the human body, I must say!
I have to say that one time LittleBoy said something about my tummy, and I asked him if he liked it. He said yes, “cause it’s a mommy tummy, and it’s cuddly and squishy and nice.”
That was enough for me. Little definition on it would be nice, but I can’t be arsed for the Pilates!
You did get a beautiful day!! My Audrey calls my tummy fat ‘Flobber”!! A while back she asked me not to exercise too much in case all my flobber disappeared because she would have nothing to cuddle up to!!!!
Happy Birthday to your Dad. The big 60!!
Jo, idid’nt burst into flames anyway, But you should have heard the lecture the priest gave us all! I’m gonna post it up later! When I’ve had pasta and a bottle, I mean glass of wine.
Polka, You have a lovely little boy….my litttle boy thinks I’m wonderful, girls are so critical!
Keynoter, I love that “flobber”, cute, But judging by your picture you are lovely just as you are, mine is more a ton of “flobber”…I’ll have to try …gulp..sit ups!
Hope the day went well, you got the weather for it anyway!
I’ve heard the lectures, I find them so offensive – you’d swear the C church was flourishing and that they weren’t desperate to get new people in hte doors!
I wish hte ycould just give a message of unconditional, joyous welcome at Christenings, instead of castigating everyone!
Jo, you have no idea what the lecture was like…. it was unbelieving! I’m hoping to post about it tomorrow – if the little guy ever sleeps again!