It's football time...

Aunt Linda did a little shopping for Pumpkin. It's football season and we had nothing OU to wear (please read that in your best Soap Opera voice).

It's our version of a greek tragedy. Only without the greek part.

So after school yesterday, Pumpkin was in a pretty good mood. Which equals dress up time.

I like to believe that she's giving me her best "We must protect this house" face. What with her fist in the air and the scowl.

It's not at all her "can we just move on with this please" face. Not at all.

After we finished playing dress up and taking pictures, we got ready for a bath by singing Boomer Sooner several times. I think she liked the repetition of it. Which is awesome since no one else really does.

Apart from gearing up for football, Aubrey Kate had her four month well baby visit this week. She's up to 12.9 lbs, is 25 inches long and has a head circumfrance of 40.2 inches.

Mom asked why I always give her head size. I answered very intelligently with "Cause that's what they do now. They measure the head."

I'm like 98% certain there's an actual reason for it but I haven't really taken the time to find out why.

I mean really. Have you seen the video of her talking? Would so rather be talking, playing and giggling with her than worrying about the whole head size thing.

Anyway, it would appear that we have a tiny baby. That is in fact fabulous. Chris always wanted a petit woman in his life. Unfortunately he married me. Petit women can hide behind me and never be detected.

I love that she's our tiny tot. I'm sure I would have loved her just as much if she were the biggest four month old that ever lived too. Basically, I'm not picky. Healthy, happy, snuggly baby. Can't ask for more than that.

And since we're giving updates, how about an update on me. It's four months post-baby and I have four stinkin' pounds to go to be back to my pre-pregnancy weight. I only had 10 to lose. The first four were really difficult. It's like my body didn't want to let them go.

I'm back up to running about 20 miles a week. Loving that. It's the best way I know to slim down. I suspect there's a direct corelation between running 20 miles a week and the pounds coming off faster. Just a thought.

Most of my clothes are fitting now. I still have some stuff that won't fit until I lose the infertility weight.

Oh yes. All those hormones add the poundage.

So if you add that into my remaining baby weight I have 9 lbs left.

I'm down with that. Every morning I put on my game face and hit the gym. It's not as mean as Aubrey Kate's "Protect the house" face but it's pretty close. Those nine pounds better watch out. As should anyone attempting to get a smile out of baby at the end of the day.