We spent a fabulous Memorial Day weekend in Poky. (where else do we ever go?!) I have so much fun when I go to my in-laws. I love my in-laws. They are the best. And there is nothing better than the fun competition that comes from playing a good ol' mexican train game. We usually spend every Memorial Day weekend in Poky. Our second child is buried there. It just doesn't feel right if we aren't there on Monday to take our little family there, decorate his grave, and remind our little ones about their brother. I often wonder what he would look like and what he would be like if he were still here. I often feel overwhelmed that Heavenly Father let such a special little guy be a part of our family. I am grateful for the knowledge that families are forever, and comforted by the fact that we will get a chance to raise him. I like to think of him as a little missionary. None of my Dad's side of the family are LDS, and I just know he's up there teaching them the gospel. I miss him. But I know he is where he is supposed to be, doing what he is supposed to do. Probably shaking his head at my attempt a motherhood, and thanking Heavenly Father he didn't have to be subjected to it here on earth. (lol)
had us all smiling. We left Jaxson in the car. It was COLD and RAINY.
Also, grateful to live in a free country. And so grateful for those who have given their lives to keep it that way. We truly are blessed, aren't we.
It is so fun. There are lots of fun little exercise type things to do, but it doesn't feel like exercising. I love the hula hoop. I'm sure that it looks pretty comical from behind. Nothing better than execising and entertaining the family at the same time. There is just one thing. It's also a scale, and figures out your BMI. I stepped onto the balance board to start to creat my profile. A little voice said "oh!" Seriously. Not so good for my already depleted post partum self esteem. Apparently, I am obese. I'm not so happy about that little tidbit of info. And what's worse, after it figured out my BMI, my poor littl Mii (that is the character I made to represent me when I play the Wii) plumped right up. It even made a little plumping up type sound when that happened. So, I have got to lose some weight, because when the gaming system tells you you're a fatty fat pants, you start to listen. I did a little DDR today, and did some training on the Wii fit, and worked up a sweat both times. Hopefully, someday in the near future, instead of hearing "oh!" when I step on the balance board, I'll hear a "whoowhoo" whistle.

