I cannot believe how much time I spend with The Boy strapped to the front of my body in some fashion. He used to just be snuggled up facing my chest but now that he's bigger (17 lbs of hunky boy) he gets to face out and soak in the world around us. As a result, I'm getting in the best shape of my life. It used to take a bad break-up and cessation of eating to lose weight. I'm glad those days are over.
I also cut my hair. I call it my "mom cut." All that means is that it's shorter so The Boy can't pull it out so easily. I'm sure I've had this cut no less than 3 other times in life and I wasn't a mom then. Nope, instead I was enduring those slimming break-ups.
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