Since I have a handful of heady posts in the hopper ahead, I thought I should do a little mommy blogging real quick. You know, keepin' it real. Word to your mother.
Is it wrong that the only exercise I get during the day is dancing to the theme songs of Blue's Clues and The Backyardigans? If I'm really being a health nut, I'll throw in a little Dora the Explorer and Go, Diego, Go! Man, I'll be back to my pre-baby/ pre-hurricane/ pre-baby weight in no time.
Oh, and allow me to introduce you to my new babysitter:
I used this all the time when Pants was a baby and now Cheeks has started hitting it hard. I cut up a cantaloupe this morning and man-- freedom! This sucker buys me about five minutes at a time, which is crazy luxurious!
There. There's my mommy blogging for the day. :)
At playgroup yesterday, everyone was talking about blogging poop and fart stories. Sara said in an aside to me that I don't really partake in such fun. I think she threw out a "thinking blog" slur, in fact. She's right, though, you don't find many bodily function stories here.
Just in case you were wondering, though, we poop and fart a-plenty. And it all stinks to high heaven. No, no pretense of roses here.
When you are doping your kids with fruit in a bag, what do you expect?