Remember when I told you the Body after Baby Project would continue?
Dudes, I lied.
Not intentionally or anything, but lo, I am so, so tired.
So very tired.
It's 7:13 AM. Can I paint you a picture of my night?
Babe went to bed early-ish, at 7:30 PM.
That dude was up at 10:30, 12:30, 3:30, 5, and finally 6:30, when I brought him into bed with me and put on Sesame Street. Sesame Street! There was a time when my children were going to watch no television. I don't even know who I am anymore.
Um, so? The BAB project? It is totally still happening over here, but I can't update you with any regularity. Most people hated it anyway, and the blogger who began the deal? She quit like 8 weeks ago. None of us can hack it because we're all so sleep-deprived.
What else? I am running. Trying to run. I am achy though. My limbs hurt. My shoulders ache. I continue, even though my runs often morph into run/walks.
I fell down my front steps the other day. My pride and my pedicure were severely damaged, but no insomniac four-month old babes were injured.
Hendrik? He's watching Baby Van Gogh in his Rainforest Jumperoo. He loves this shit. He squeals with delight at Vincent Van Goat and all of his colors. I pray he is actually learning, because Sweet Jesus, this child is high-maintenance. A mama has to put you down once in a while, little one.
Finally, J - did I spill beer on your laptop? Or was that you? It smells a little like a frat house. I love you, by the way.
We're going to New York this weekend. H's first foray into Manhattan! I hope I can stay awake for it.