Last night I asked Sam what he’d like to do more of – were there any activities that he wished we’d do more. After thinking only briefly he said “mooore cleeeaa-nin and mooooore lovin'”! These boys are so cute we want a third! (Boy, that is.)

Yesterday morning I ran the kids (literally) to drop Sam off at preschool. I figure if I run the 7 mile roundtrip once a week and also run errands in Kailua with the stroller, I save maybe a gallon or two a week. Maybe $20 a month? And shave off some more Ben-baby pounds. All sounds good, right? Except when I forget that I booked myself for power yoga at the Y that same morning. I ran home, quickly nursed Ben, changed shirts and booked it to the Y. No wonder my legs were shaking in warrior pose. I totally outdid myself. In the 5 hours I’d been up, 3 had already been consumed with exercise. Today I am sore and a bit cranky. Poor Dave – everything is a delicate balance with me…and I am rarely balanced. Usually teetering on the edge of something! ha!