Cheers to the freakin' weekend is right. Happy Friday, ya'll. Since bringing the little monkey into the world, I have a new found appreciation for the weekends- most of which have been filled with a few extra hours of sleep, visits from friends + family, a little wine, lots of laughs + and the occasional trip to the nail salon while my husband/superdad watches the little. 

Getting fit post baby has been quite an undertaking.  A self-proclaimed foodie and admitted wino, I've always been one of those people that relies heavily on cardio in order to stay in shape.  So not being able to work out my entire pregnancy, and then the seven weeks after the monkey arrived, has been frustrating to say the least.

I quickly came to terms with the fact that my diet needed a complete overhaul once she came.  {Acceptance is the first step, right?}

My youngest sister, Erin {Er-Bear, Bear for short}, has impeccable taste- timeless, classic, and effortlessly chic; all at the ripe-old-age of 21. So when it came to my baby shower, it was no surprise when she gave me the most beautifully sentimental present- a Jennifer Meyer nameplate, inscribed with my initials on one side and my daughter's soon-to-be nickname on the other.

While looking at MM's nursery the other day, I noticed I have a serious baby bootie problem.  It would seem that over the past several months and, if I'm being honest, before I was even pregnant, I acquired quite the collection of baby kicks for the little lady. 

Over the past five and a half weeks, things have changed around here.

I've mastered the art of doing almost anything with just one hand...

It's been far too long since I've posted- a little over four months to be exact.  As it turns out, the notion that being home pregnant, essentially on bed rest, would make for a perfect blogging atmosphere proved entirely incorrect.