Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

When I originally thought of doing this post, my thought was that I would have 3 neat little columns with..well, 3 different things.  Then I started writing and everything has 3 sides to it, at least! Considering this from Liam's perspective: I have a brother who shows me so many things (how to brush my teeth, high-block, kicks, climbing and jumping) I am doing many things earlier than my big brother (playing with Legos, watching TV, wanting to be naked, eating junk) I am more independent (feeding myself, putting on my clothes while Mama and Lucas are waiting to get to school, taking off my diaper because I feel like) I am a daredevil, trying to do what my big brother does (lots of climbing, even on the outside of the steps. I am the one Mama will find hanging on the chandileer. My brother teaches me so many words! I can tell Mama "No way Jose!"  ...nice You get the idea. I was trying to think if there was one thing that was only good or only bad..but I ha...

It has been quite a while since my last post..not intentionally, baby just hasn't been co-operating. I guess he doesn't understand that I am trying to have a life outside of him, although you couldn't tell because of all the posts about him, as this one is. Even before Liam was born, my husband and I affectionately referred to him as the "short end of the stick baby" because we knew that this one would not get the kind of undivided attention that the firstborn got. With Lucas I was super-fit and ate very healthy, I was in good shape largely because I didn't have any younglings sucking the lifeblood out of me. With Liam, well, let's just say I was less fit, and my eating habits? Well, not so healthy. So he started out at a disadvantage already. Added to that, he wasn't allowed to grow full-term but was yanked out earlier and he was very mad about that. We never did errands with Lucas, one or other of us did errands alone. Lucas was such a screamer of...