I got the paper and read it... "Dear Dairy..." "That's interesting," I thought. "We didn't go to a dairy but what the heck, I'll write to them and pretend we did and that it was a great experience." So, instead of writing to my diary, I wrote to the dairy. (I excelled in math, okay. Not spelling.)
I really feel like I run a dairy here. Almost every day I hook myself up to the breast pump and sit there while it pumps my milk so I can freeze it for Morgan. Every time Tom walks into the room I beller. Mooooooo!
Here are some pictures of Morgan having tummy time and bath time.
ready to walk
her neck muscles are getting strong
it looks like she's holding her head up with her arm and waiving with the other
Today is the day I turn over a new leaf and start eating healthily. I weighed myself -- 163.3. Twenty five pounds to my skinny jeans. I've started jogging and my mom got me Dance Dance Revolution for my birthday so I can exercise while I'm with Morgan. I'm going to write my progress and post pics like I did while I was pregnant. That way I won't forget my sacrifice (no cookie dough).