I was ready to sit down and write a pst about how balanced I feel lately-- maybe because of the sleep (albeit in an armchair), maybe because of the yoga I've been doing, maybe because my schedule this semester allows me 2 work-out-of-the-home days, 2 stay-at-home-mom days, and 1 half-preschool/baby bonding-day / half-run-errands/work-at-a-coffee-shop nanny day, giving me the compartmentalization I need to be sane.

But then I got dressed and realized my jeans are tight. Maybe tighter than they were a couple of months post partum. So I ate a bunch of mini Hershey bars and now I'm going to clean the bathroom. For fun.

When the kiddies get up, they are going to don their matching sweaters, and we're going to go get some pictures before Jack turns 10 months.

Harry, as you can see, is in love with our new TV; we saved the box that the TV stand came in, thinking he would like to turn it into a pirate ship or a fort, but he could not tear his gaze away.


He tried to play with his sticker book,

but was drawn Linus-like back into the " T E's" clutches.

This guy?

Super duper happy to have the master bedroom to himself.


And now I must get off the couch before my jeans cut off circulation to my thighs. Awesome.