My boy child? The one who is only 6 weeks old? He is HUGE. He hasn't had an official weight check since he was a week old, but my best estimates with our home scale put him around 13 pounds. He's outgrown all the newborn clothes and half of the 0-3 month set. My friend accused me of serving up pure butter in my boobs. My only response is that most of the time it's cream. The butter only comes after I go jogging without a sports bra.
(I have not been jogging.)
(I always wear a sports bra when I do, though.)
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Claire has several wonderful expressions that I keep meaning to write down so I don't forget. Lord knows that if I don't write them down, I WILL forget, so here goes:
- instead of "shadow", she says "my shade", and she prefers that you don't walk in it
- instead of "fireworks", she says "starworks"
There is at least one more that I'm forgetting. Dang. Should have written it down sooner.
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I am officially boycotting Valentine's Day this year. Well, that's not totally true. I made Valentines with Claire for her buddies and for her school party. However, when it comes to my own "romantic" relationship, I am just not feeling it. I haven't been able to KISS my husband in over a month because of the mono infection, and we haven't... you know... in even longer because of the baby and my post-partum recovery.
Chocolates will make me fatter. Lingerie would look ridiculous on me right now. I can't drink more than one glass of wine without either getting tipsy or falling asleep. Shiny rocks are pretty, but for that kind of cash I'd rather have a shiny new laptop, and I don't think either option is in the budget.
So, yeah. Boycotting. Totally.