… was a big colander of swiss chard!
In other news, Emil has been waking up every hour and a half to two hours at night, then kneeling upright in his crib screaming until I come lay him down or nurse him. Disaster. As in, I am a disaster. The good news is, after 25,443,902 trips down and then back up a set of stairs, I can probably count on being in shape for summer shorts and bathing suits. The bad news is, I am too grumpy for words. Peace out.