Bestest

Best friends are the bestest...

One of those days...

I woke up with baby poo on our sheets.

I have a killer head cold.

The dog is menstruating (she's in heat and is wearing a diaper).

There is milk dripping down my shirt from my boob.

I seem to be losing my hair - it's everywhere (and I admit that I haven't vacuumed this place since we moved in two months ago).

The gross smell I couldn't find ended up being from Little Bean, who was growing 'cheese' in the fold of skin under his neck. 

My addiction to the television show "What Not To Wear" is embarrassing (it starts in eleven minutes).

.....

But life is good: Papa Bean left me a small bag of Cheezies.

Jog it up

I just finished run #2 as a mom. It's a family affair: Little Bean sleeping peacefully in the jogging stroller and the pooch gliding gracefully beside me as I amp it up from the daily walks we've been doing lately. This is good.... and I feel great.