Hours slept thus far: see above (a correlation, I believe?)
Temper tantrums performed: 11 (Joey), 22 (Mommy), 3 (John Paul…all related to food scarcity or a perception thereof)
Minutes on the elliptical today (I love my husband): 25
Episodes of Dora: (daily average) 2
Adult beverages: (daily average) 1.2
Number of times per day John Paul farts so loudly I think a construction worker has broken into our home and is polluting it with flatulence: 35
In summary, I’m rapidly losing my baby weight*, my mind, my patience and my sense of humor…oh wait, nope, that’s still largely intact. It has to be, for whenever Joey sees my bare stomach and newly concave belly button he points, squishes and giggles out the word ‘beebee!’
Humility. I has it.
(*lest anyone get the wrong idea, I easily have 30 + lbs more to lose…this is no falsely self-deprecating ‘omg I get skinny sooooo fast after I pop one out, tee hee hee.
We just love our new foreign exchange student/nanny/language instructor…