I have a pot. Evolutionarily speaking...

Yes, it's true. I have a pot - a pot-belly, that is. My dad (Naana) made this comment the other day, and he's right. I was whining about this to my midwives the other day as well, and Midwife Michelle made me feel better with this comment:
"Evolutionarily speaking, you're just where you should be - all those skinny moms who can fit into their pre-pregnancy jeans within 2 weeks, would've had trouble breastfeeding their infants and their babies would've been malnourished or died."
Yeah, so take that to the bank, skinny moms!


Add to that, Rohan's taking ~ 500 calories/day from me through breastfeeding, and that adds up to ~ 1 lb / week of weight loss. I have much more than a few lbs to go, but it took 9 mos to put it on...so up to 9 mos to take it off isn't too much to ask, is it? I did get rid of the pot I had after Deven was born (in fact I got into better shape, thanks to regular attendance at Baby Boot Camp), so I know I can do it again. I just have to avoid the yummy sweets we have around the house, and exercise a ton. Luckily I live in a city where outdoor activities aren't a problem, year-round. :)

VISIT FROM NAANI & NAANA
We had an excellent, if too short, Christmas visit from Naani & Naana. Naana got Deven (and Rohan) a wonderful wooden train set - perfect for little Marauder. Naani got lots of cute things for both, including a shirt for Rohan with "Bandit" on the front. So, Rohan will henceforth be known as Bandit. And note the cute yellow-n-white knit hats both are wearing in the first photo - those were knitted by Aunt Carol. Gorgeous - thank you!

Here's a photo of Naana holding Rohan. Very sweet, right? But Rohan didn't exactly put himself into Naana's good graces up-front. Howso? The first time Naana held Rohan, Rohan peed. Not just in his diaper, but out of his diaper, his onesie, his overalls, and Naana's shirt. Luckily we'd just given Dad some new turtlenecks for Christmas - otherwise Naana would've had to go topless as the laundry ran! (OK, not quite...but you get the point. I'm not sure whether my dad has yet forgiven my mom for handing him a leaky baby). :-)


We spent one afternoon in our small backyard, burying both Deven's and Rohan's placentas. Lest you think this is wierd, think about these next three comments:
- traditional societies bury placentas as well; in fact there's a saying in Hindi, where if an adult child won't leave a village and go find their fortune, they can be teased with the comment "What, are you still connected to your placenta?"
- humans are the only animals that don't eat their placentas as a regular course of birth
- if the parents don't take the placentas in a hospital setting, hospitals sell them to cosmetic companies. So next time you're applying your fancy Lancome lipstick, think about that.



Note the bottom of Deven's pants in this photo. As part of the burying, we transplanted some flower bulbs into the holes...and watered...which created the most terrific mud, which Deven LOVED. So much that we had to strip him down before we brought him back inside. Boys will be boys, I suppose!