Time flies...but not at the speed of light.

I'm such a flake. I've started working graveyard shift at work two nights a week and I think I'm losing it even more so than before. Today I was using my fingers and toes to figure out how old Peter is. When it was just Tori, I knew how many hours old she was at any given moment, but by the fourth, their age is just one more thing to keep track of and you forget. You just know that they aren't one yet. So, back to my horrible math skills. I was sitting on the couch trying to figure out how old Peter was and I "realized" he would be 6 months on the 11th of June! OH NO! I need to call his pediatritian and schedule his six month appointment. So, I call and make the appointment. Then I think how I should probably start feeding him some baby food soon, but he really doesn't seem interested in food at all. And wait, he's not even crawling. All my babies have scooted around or crawled around six months, and I just don't see him scooting yet. And then there's ME! It's six months post partum and I still need to get rid of this baby weight. I wanted to lose some weight by six months. Where has the time gone?

Nowhere. He will be FIVE months on the 11th. It only took me about a day to figure that out. Whew!