That aforementioned "chub" post.

Oliver, as you know, is six months old.

So, the time for excuses is past. I mean, I have a large, rubbermaid container full of clothes I.can't.wear.

Grr. It's very frustrating. What's a girl to do?

Sign up to run a half-marathon. That's what.

Stop laughing.

I mean it. It's not funny.

Ok, it's a little funny.

But, my back is still outta whack.  I went running anyway (makes sense...) with some friends who are also running the half-marathon. It went great, except I couldn't breathe, at all. But it helped my back!

WOOHOO! FANTASTIC!

Then, Saturday night, as I was parenting, I broke my toe. Same toe I broke years ago in college in a cemetary. (That is the most interesting part of that story.)

And so I did not go running today. I'm hoping for Wednesday though.

Otherwise, I'm going to have to keep whining about the chub, and I'm not excited to have you read that. It's not becoming.

In other news, I had a photo-shoot with Oliver to celebrate his half-year status.

Note the drool.

He's so cute!

From October 2009

From October 2009

From October 2009

From October 2009