We went to Gramma's house a few weeks ago and Nora helped her cut out some paper dolls. "This one is your mom," Gramma said. "And this one is your dad, this one could be you, this one could be your brother, and this one could be your little sister."
"I don't have a sister, Gramma," Nora reminded Gramma.
"I know, but maybe some day you could have a baby sister, right?"
"No. My mommy doesn't have a baby in her tummy now," Nora replied. "She's still all wrinkly."
On the subject of tummy wrinkles and weight, get ready for some pictures of my newly-slimmed hubby. He's been participating in his work's Biggest Loser contest and it ends next week. Even if he doesn't win the $1000, he has done REALLY well. Good job, B!
