The thing that freaks me out the MOST about my postpartum body is my total lack of core muscles. My problem area has never ever been my stomach, but these days, I have a definite pooch that, in my Nike running shorts, looks like a flabby ring.
We have joined a new pool, and swimsuit season is right around the corner, and Ben and I ate my entire birthday cake by ourselves because the kids didn't like it.
No matter the name, I am in love with the Nike+ feature and have been using it to time workouts, which are PATHETIC. Because I have no muscles.
Jack spent the whole day being terrible-- he dumped an entire water bottle into 3 cupholders in the back of van today because he wanted to make a pool. Over my vehement objections, he went down the hall to "check on Cooper" and woke him up 15 minutes into his nap. He ran over my foot 3 times with the Target cart and then climbed up on the check out stand and jumped off of it screaming that he could fly. He screamed "Hello sucker!"at a woman's open window in the parking lot.
Then he does stuff like this
Cooper. WTF, buddy?