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My Day in Numbers

20 – The number of pounds I discovered I need to lose to return to pre-pregnancy weight.

2 – The number of pants I tried on before finding a pair that fit.

1.25 – The number of miles I ran (without stopping).

8 – The number of minutes I spent doing (fl)abdominal work.

8 – The number of hours devoted to my day job.

2 – The number of projects I had to redo completely.

3 – The number of rooms my husband and I cleaned.

1 – The number of hours spent at the post office to apply for Baby Boy's passport.

60 – The number of minutes Baby Boy entertained himself with an empty baby wipes bag.

3 – The number of hours it took Baby Boy to (finally) fall asleep. (Thank you, Tylenol and Teething Tablets!)

1,984,342 – The number of socks I folded.

6 – The number of socks left without mates.

0 – The number of times I brushed my teeth. (oops) (I probably shouldn't have admitted that.)

24 – The number of minutes currently past my bedtime.

28 – My baby sister's age!!! Happiest birthday, my dear. You are so very loved.


Off to brush my teeth...



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  1. UnknownApril 2, 2014 at 2:33 PM

    Flabdominal... awesome! Also, you have a lot of socks.

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