Worst. Blogger. Ever.

God, I am so boring. I'm sorry. Every time I think about posting, I wrack my brains (what's left of them) for something interesting and pithy to write about. I come up with nothing.

The Chicklette continues to get cuter (I think, anyway). My work schedule continues to get crazier. The Mr. and I continue to fail to find ways to spend any meaningful time together. Lather, rinse, repeat. I can't complain. If I get a couple of glasses of pinot in me, I will, but generally life is good.

A few observations:

• A barley cereal beard on a baby is a really awesome look.
• It's really hard to lose that last pooch of pregnancy belly. I think I sort of understand Mom Jeans now.
• Losing all of your status on United because you didn't fly for 8 months and having to fly in Economy Minus in a plane to the east coast that's packed like a sardine can is Not Fun. Sleeping for 8 straight hours in a hotel bed after downing a Tylenol PM, however, is.
• Getting fishhooked by a baby is about as much fun as it sounds.
• It is possible to get promoted after coming back from maternity leave.
• It's also possible to completely forget what it feels like to be pregnant.
• Paying 10 extra dollars to see Twilight: Eclipse in IMAX was totally worth it.
• There can never be too much pink.
• Or too much laundry detergent.

Happy weekend, everyone!

Oops, I did it again

I left my pump horns

Right next to the sink

Oh, baby baby

Oops, you'd think I'd have learned

That's not a good plan

I'm not that smarty-smart

At this rate -- one set of new horns per business trip -- I'll have about 37 sets by the time all is said and done.

Good thing I'm quitting this pumping thing very soon!