...to keep up with my two year old. My days are spent chasing him around, picking up whatever he is currently destroying. Does this count as cardio? And when he's not on the run, he's glued to my legs. Thankfully, when Jim gets home from work, Eli is all about Daddy, so I get a break, and Jim wears him down playing. Most nights, he goes to bed in his own room, but even then he ends up in ours at some point in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes sooner.
At this rate Eli certainly won't be getting a baby brother or sister anytime soon. But it doesn't really matter, because this "terrible twos" phase is the best birth control on earth.
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