They’re coming back. Soon. Really.
When Parker was born, all semblance of days and diet went out the window. For nearly five months now, I’ve been eating like a truck driver. It’s been blissful and shameful and, at the end of the day, entirely unsustainable.
But hey, other than when you’re breastfeeding, when else are you told to consume an extra 500 calories a day? But knowing that in the coming months Parker herself will move onto solids, I need to return to a more reasonable diet.
No more quarter-pound cookies.
Or double orders at the diner.
No more boxes of chocolate. Demolished in a day. Or big, doughy doughnuts…  …lots and lots of doughnuts.

With my impressive diet, Parker has been plumping out quite nicely. She’s suddenly about the heft of a six-month-old, one week shy of her fifth-month birthday. 
I think I’m going to trade in the cookies and cakes so I can nibble on her legs and belly.