Playgroups, the park, swimming, snow cones, wringing out laundry by hand because Dear Lord the washer is still not fixed, long walks around the neighborhood, naps (yay), watching Horton Hears A Who five times per week (not so yay, but hey, MOMMAS NEED BREAKS, TOO), more swimming, and being in complete denial that Charlie is almost six months old. Yes, because WAAHHH my baby is halfway to his first birthday, but also because I am rapidly loosing my grip on the whole "I just had a baby, so this lovely roll of skin here on the belly? Yeah, that's acceptable because I JUST HAD A BABY" excuse. You'll know when that excuse is no longer viable because you will say it to someone and they will then look at you, then look at your baby, as if to say, "Dude, your baby is eating crackers and starting to say actual words. Time to hit the gym."