I (selfishly – see below) spent the day with a good friend and her darling son and am proud to announce that I was able to earn back my baby street cred. Turns out I really DO know my way around a baby even if I’m not a mom (take that!!) And as to be expected, the little man loved me! I got to hold him and walk to sleep. I got to feed and burp him. And I let him suck on my (clean) finger while his mama tried to suck boogers out of his nose – poor kid!

The best part…no baby envy! I guess we didn’t make an unwise choice after all. I mean, as much as I love kids (and boy howdy do I love kids!) I really, at no point thought to myself “awww…I wish I had one.” Cool, huh? And for what it’s worth, I seem to have a way with poodles as well.

Funny thing…I DO get all “awww…I wish I had one” around puppies! Go figure!

A couple of weeks ago I showed some weird-o 4 pound gain. In one week! For those of us in WW-land, that’s just not cool. And while I wasn’t over concerned, and knew it wasn’t completely accurate – considering it was right after Christmas – I still skipped my next WI (following NYE).

So today was time to get back on the scale. And I’m proud to say, while I may not have lost any additional weight, from Christmas until now, I *did* manage to NOT GAIN!!! Yes, I maintained! And this is more than welcomed in my happy, little WW world.

So just from Thanksgiving to NYE (also known as “THE Holiday Season”) I was able to lose 5.6 pounds!!!

Not too shabby if I do say so myself!!

Don’t worry, no one here is smoking in the shower, I promise.  I just needed a catchy title – or at least a title that I thought was catchy.  Last night, after I took the time to shower and get ready for dinner, we ended up at one of those law-breaking bars.  You know, the kind that let you break the law and smoke inside at your own risk.  Well needless to say, I came home reeking of smoke.  It made me actually wonder why I bothered to shower a mere 4 hours prior.  Talk about pet peeves…yeesh.

Today I woke up feeling the twinges of what seemed to be (see how that goes?) an incoming migraine.  Well, we putzed around the farmer’s market (and got some asian pears – YUM!) and then headed out to lunch.  By the time we got home, I seemed to need to pop some pills.  Richard commented that I needed to shake this by the B.B.King show tonight, so I settled down in bed.  The good part, Richard later came back to bed and it was snuggle time with me and the boys (I love that about weekends).  The bad part (or what seems like the bad part) is that it didn’t seem to work.  I can still feel the dull ache.  Eh, I’m sure I’ll survive the show.  Did I mention that I hate blues?

And now, I’m off to do a buttload of dishes.  Man, dishes and laundry, when does it ever stop?!?