I'm back like Britney.

'Sup, guys. It's been a little minute, right? Did you miss me?

("You've been away?" Yes, yes I have. Thanks for noticing.)

Since you're as giddy as a popular girl on yearbook day to find out how I've been, here is a brief rundown of what I've been up to since, ummm... February?

1) March: Learned that Prune Candy is a girl when she came forth unto this world after what felt like 9 eternites of pushing (acutally more like 2 hours). She's awesome and we love her like, um, a whole lot.

2) March-June: Took 3 months off work to be home with her. Learned that I definitely prioritize binge-watching various TV shows over cleaning house when a child is sleeping. Good thing I didn't quit work to stay home for good.

3) March-today: Intended to do all of the exercises. Actually did almost none of them. Still rockin' the muffin top.


Baby feet=love
4) June-today: Went back to work and put the baby in day care. (Confession: While emotional, it wasn't as tough as I thought it would be.)

I'm pretty sure there were some funny moments in the last several months that made me think, "Oh, I could write about that!" But then I decided to take a nap or watch another episode of Once Upon a Time instead.

Any-ol'-way, lack of funny or interesting news aside (well, I guess bringing forth a child unto this world is interesting, but you knew that was going to happen), this is just my little way of saying hello to whoever might be reading this--assuming anyone is still interested. I'm going to do my best to be funny and clever and witty and make shrewd observations about life. Or, ya know, not. Either way, I stand by my mission to be a reasonably pleasant way for you to kill 3-5 minutes of your lunch hour.

Flabby bellies and baby feet to you and yours,
xo


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