Trust me. I’m more in the mood to SLEEP right now, than to blog. For, yet again, I’ve left my writing to the end of the day — when I’m most tired, and when my brain has SHUT DOWN, and when THE GRAMMYS ARE ON. But, s’aiight. As long as you can stand it, so can I.

I’ve got the rascal sleeping here beside me, and I am sooo jealous. But, most of all, I am so comforted.

See, one thing about second babies is that you’re relaxed enough to appreciate them this time. Rascal’s wee infancy. I am so comforted in this little guy’s presence. I love lying beside him. Smelling his little head. I become the baby, and he the teacher, the wise one, the pure thing. I am so in love.

While the rascal’s my warm wise nuzzler, my cheaty little monkey is something else. She, too, is my teacher. Teaching me to find joy in every moment. Reminding me how to REALLY LAUGH and play and imagine. Making the familiar unfamiliar — my little poet….

Can I just interrupt this tender moment to ask you, as I watch the Grammys, WTF IS RIHANNA WEARING ON STAGE RIGHT NOW? She looks like a giraffe in ostrich’s feathers, I swear. She’s a beautiful woman, and she looks PLAIN AWFUL. Didn’t think that was possible — but, apparently, it IS. Don’t worry, I’ll post this ghastly sight on The Gossip Blog as soon as I get the photos….

So, yes, the monkey’s my feisty, fiery sun, and rascal’s my wise old moon. And, me? I’m their mama…. I love my children beyond for reasons WAY BEYOND what I ever imagined.

…I went to HELL and back to create these beautiful beings (prenatal depression anyone?). But, they are my HEAVEN. My peace. My sanctuary.

This Grammys Beatles medley is great, music-wise, of course. But, the dancing? Ugh. I feel like I’m watching a cross between a BAD musical and the opening ceremony at the Olympics, but SO MUCH WORSE. Tell me this wasn’t Debbie Allen…. Why don’t they bring in a choreographer from So You Think You Can Dance. This is DRI-VEL.

Oh, sorry, I had to take a writing break…. Guitar Hero called….

Yeah, and ummmm, that would be called “I JUST GOT MYSELF A BRAND NEW ADDICTION”…. LIKE I have time for that….

Why ON EARTH is Beyonce giving it up for TINA? I’d so much rather listen/watch Beyonce. Hellooo? Lame. But, Ms. Turner DOTH look fabulous. Yeah, the Grammys are pretty good tonight. I’m enjoying myself. But, oh boooy, do we like Nelly Furtado’s hair? Oh gosh. She looks like an old lady. I’ll leave it for The Gossip Blog. But, ohhh good, Amy Winehouse is CLEANING HOUSE. Sweet.

So, yes, my children. are. amazing. And, tonight, instead of writing about my 5-pound weight loss in the last 2 weeks. HOLLLLAHHHHH! I’m writing about them.

Tomorrow (Monday), I give you my training routine (finally — y’all keep asking, and I keep putting it off…. See, I’m really no good at doing what people say)! I train on Mondays, so it’ll be fresh — and I’ll squeeze some more tips from my trainer for you!

By the way, my trainer wanted me to tell you something. She says I motivated her! Repeat: I motivated HER. Little ole me with 40 pounds to lose MOTIVATED MY SKINNY-MINNY TRAINER! Yeah, Trainer’s a skinny little thing, but she claims she has 5 pounds of weight to lose. She wants to lose this weight because she gained it during a very difficult time in her life.

She’d become an emotional eater. And, 8 pounds were gained….

So, she told me about this, and something I’d never thought about before escaped my lips: “This extra weight is the old baggage you need to get rid of,” I told her. “When you shed the weight, you shed the pain….” So, now, Trainer says she’s working out to shed the pain, so she can start fresh and strong and light, with no more weighty residues from the past holding her back….

Of course, this applies to me, too. My extra weight is the residue of two emotionally-horrific pregnancies. When I work out, then, it’s not about losing physical weight, but about shedding the EMOTIONAL weight of my pregnancies. There’s no need for me to carry that around anymore. I’m a NEW PERSON (not IN SPITE but) BECAUSE of that experience.

And, while I work HARD to shed my weight, I also work HARD to accept myself as I am RIGHT NOW. And, believe me, that’s a hellova challenge….

Can I just say…? I’m now officially fascinated by Amy Winehouse…. Wow….

Here and now, Gorgeouses. That’s what it’s all about. So we make a better life for ourselves every day, but we find peace and happiness in the now as we are now. Triple D nursing boobs AND ALL (hellooo)!

There are reasons for everything, Gorgeouses…!

Do I dare publish this?

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