I'd apologize again about the sorry state of my blog, but I figure real life has to come first and I was in the hospital (or as one of my little preschoolers used to say it "hoss'bibble") for what seemed like forever.
What can I say except that the whole "postpartum" thing doesn't really agree with me? Well...I can say this: One time one of those personal trainer guys called me fat.
And I can say that I fell totally and completely in love with The-Guy on our first date because he didn't have a TV.
While in the hoss'bibble, I discovered Wii Dance Games. But in order to play Wii Dance Games, it turns out you need a TV.
The boy and the guy went to buy Wii Games and a TV. But instead of dance GAMES, they came home with Wii FIT.
As far as I can tell, Wii Fit is like the more ambitious and aggressive cousin of Wii Dance. Personal trainer guy is only kind of distantly related and he more or less HAS to be polite. Because who's going to sign up for membership otherwise?
But, whatever. Flab-wise, I can still get a lot of mileage out of this little cutie:
Baby was three weeks early, so when she arrived we had not a single diaper, no wipes, no changing pad, no crib...but I already knew what she would wear to her first pledge drive:
Sorry if there are any repeats picture-wise. I was in the hoss'bibble.