The profound 5 year old: "your belly is like pizza dough"

When PSC (my darling 5 year old daughter) pushed on my belly, commenting on the fact that it has not (yet) returned to its pre-baby #2 (her darling almost 2 year old sister) size, I was a little saddened and mostly disappointed.  Your stomach being mushy like pizza dough is not a way you want ANYONE to feel about your body.  But then again, pizza dough has some great points.  First off, it's delicious.  Secondly, its a vessel for any flavor you can add to it.  Lastly, it stretches and rebounds, expands and shrinks, and most importantly, withstands the highest of temperatures.  Yes, I think that could sum up the last 30 years of my life.  There you have it - my attempt at being profound.

I'll never be as eloquent a writer as most of my friends, but I hope that by reading this, you appreciate my stories of all that has happened by the time I've turned 30:  a girlfriend, a teacher, a fiancee, a mom, shortly after, a wife :), a mom again, and most importantly, a friend.