my kind of love handles

check out these two cuties on my hips



when hubs and kiddo were looking at the pictures, hubs said, "oh your mama isn't going to like this one" so i hurried from the kitchen to see what he was talking about.

my reply: "what are you talking about? look at my great smile."

not bad considering that it was 98 degrees at 8 pm and i had an extra 65 pounds straddled to my hips (damn, if weight would only slide off me as easily as those 2 kids did).

i could have overanalyzed the photo and pointed out all the things "wrong" with it (according to my definition) but i won't let my eyes get past the smile as not to ruin the minute spark of positive self-esteem that i feel when i look at it.