But the booty surprisingly has not blown up like it did last time. The only thing I can come up with is the fact that I live in a house with five sets of stairs and I walk up and down them carrying a two year old about nine hundred times a day. Oh, and I also haven't been drinking the icing cups from dominoes cinnasticks like last time. I'm not sure, but that might have something to do with it.
Here ya go people. This photo is a departure from my normal shots, as I don't do "reverent" well. But on this particular day I was skipping around the house singing "I Feel Pretty" and my husband noticed that I seemed to be glowing, or sweating glitter. So I cajoled him into capturing the moment in the warm afternoon light.
Now for the boo-twah. It is certainly more than two handfuls, and feels something like cold jello, but lemme just tell you: it can deflect snowballs, instantly deal with half-shut car doors, and makes an excellent seat for a two year old. I like to measure it in heads, and it looks to be three heads wide at this point. In the infamous words of Sir Mix Alot: Red beans and rice didn't miss this!