This kid is climbing, scooting around furniture and eating more than I am. I’m talking about how I got her sleeping through the night over at UrbanMoms.
I haven’t been spending much time tending to this ol’ blog, and it’s looking as neglected as my bikini line. Time to do something about both. Mercy.
Morning at the market. Fresh lettuce, a loaf of sourdough, a cup of coffee, and some tomatoes rammed into the bottom of the stroller. The girls take it all in, the buskers, the hippies, the produce.
Right now she’s into everything, crawling everywhere, eating anything and still not really sleeping.
Brinley is eight months old! This time last year I was tipping the scales at 326 pounds and wondering how on earth I’d manage with three kids.