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There's so much blogging backed up in my brain...things I have been meaning to write but haven't had the chance to do so. I have even made a little list of "to-blog" entries and have to now go through and actually write them so I can cross them off the list. But now that a have a free moment, my mind is mush. I have 12 minutes before Top Chef starts, so that constitutes a free moment. It is the only show I am committed to these days. Commitments are tough for me. Always have been. And it is even tougher with a baby. Every day I have a game plan of errands, housework and possible social engagements or outings. And often not everything on the game plan gets done. It's okay though. Take today, for example: woke up at 7:15 a.m., picked up Eddie out of his crib as Marty was barking hysterically, her way of telling me she has to go out and go potty or poopy. Took Marty out. Fed Marty. Let Eddie play for awhile before changing his diaper. Fed Eddie. Played more. Put Eddie down for a.m. nap around 9 a.m. Put in load of laundry, washed dishes, washed counter tops, swept the floor, finished putting photos from Maine vacation in an album, worked a tad on Eddie's baby book. At 11 a.m. Eddie woke up and we went to the Farmer's Market. Got home at 12:30 and prepared a quick lunch of tomatoes, bread, peas and a pear. At 12:45 my sister came over to drop off Noah. Babysat Noah until 2:30 - watching Noah is one topic on the "to-blog" list. Evie and Noah left and put Eddie down for a nap. We had swim class at 3:30 but I knew we weren't going to make it. Eddie was literally a mess from eating raspberries at the market, having a quickie lunch right as Noah arrived and playing with beer bottles as I fed Noah his bottle. Talked to Mom. Texted with Carrie. Uploaded some photos. Eddie woke up at 3:17. Nope. Not going to make it to swim class this week. It's okay though. I am less tense about breaking so-called commitments, about missing classes. I know it is money down the tubes, but what are we supposed to do, run out of the house in a frenzy and then stress when there is traffic and we get to the class totally late and miss it entirely? So not worth it. Instead we played out in the backyard, picked tomatoes and watched Marty chase squirrels. Then Dad came home with a bouquet of flowers. Today was our 3 year anniversary. Changed a poopy diaper, went for a walk, ate pasta as a family, then watched Eddie get all amped up over his new walking skills. Changed another poop. Bath. Boob. Beddy. Ah...Top Chef time for me. Good day.