At least Wii are together

Our family now has a Wii. We have been trying to get one for a while. But in this little town in Vermont it is hard to find anything. Since we set it up we have been playing pretty regularly. I still view it as a video game. Even if the boys are up and moving they should not be using it all day. I have started putting limits on the amount of time they can use it per day. At least we all are playing it together. I even hold Zachy while playing the games. Which I was going to tell my new blogger friend at The Fat Girl Smiles that I have been getting some exercise playing these games. It sounds lame but my arms and tummy muscles were feeling it after playing a little boxing yesterday. Not to mention, if you are like me, you can't just sit and play. I have to stand up and jump around, just like when I play tennis in real life or bowling, and boxing (not that I have ever boxed in my life). I might start developing bigger muscles in my right arm, but oh well. I also get a better work out because I am holding the baby while playing. My husband wants to get a video of me boxing. I guess besides jumping around like a mad man, I am wiggling my butt. Not sure why I do that. If we video it, I will might upload it for you all to see.

Now I have some personal issues that I just have to get off my chest. If you don't want to know anything about my sex life STOP HERE! I won't be graphic, but it may be TMI for some of you.

Here it goes: My husband, Jonny, and I have a rather healthy sex life. We have had our ups and downs, right now being up. I love having sex with my husband and most of the time it is good, really good, great even. I am just wondering why is there this need for boob grabbing. Not while we are in the act, but throughout the day or evening. I am sure before I was a breastfeeding mom it would have been fine foreplay but now...My breast are milk bags. They are handled all day and just are not sex objects right now. A little caressing would be better, a little massage. I have tried to tell him in a subtle way that it just does not turn me on. More like turn me off. Anyway...I just need to get that off my chest. HeeHee. Enough with my personnel information. Stop on over to The fat girl smiles and see what us fat girls are all about.