What Terrible Twos?

Today was another one of those rare days, a day that was The Reason I Had A Kid.

SHE RULED.

I took her to a birthday party. I was very nervous because the party was during her prime nap time, and I hate to deprive her of sleep. She got about 45 minutes of crap sleep in the car on the way there and then she clung to me when we arrived. After surveying the crazy scene for a few minutes, she started this heartbreaking sad-cry, with real tears, saying "go!! go!!" Killed me. I just held her tightly and let her crawl under my skin for a half-hour or so, loving every second of it since she's normally not so affectionate. After a while, she came out of her shell. Just thinking about the sweet way she played by herself makes me want to cry. She was so awesome. And, I got to hang out with my friends-- bonus! When it was time for cake, I sat on the kitchen floor and we shared a piece (okay, two pieces between us) and it was my favorite moment of the whole day. We giggled like we had an inside joke, like stoners, high on sugar, and stuffed our gobs with cake and champagne (wait, that was just me-- and don't get hysterical, I didn't get drunk). She felt like my little buddy. On the way home, we sang along together to her CD, then we stopped at the store and she was an angel again. Wow. Just wow.

She's in bed now. I feel all swoony like I just had a first date that went really well. I'm infatuated. I wish I could post pictures but my camera is broken.

On the boring weight-loss front: as of this morning, I've lost 7 lbs-- roughly the halfway mark. Of course, after today's cake binge, I'm probably back up by two, but whatever. It is really hard to keep this up because it takes such a long time, but dammit, I am determined. I feel good, and I feel like I'm losing it in places I really wanted to: my back, under my arms, my neck (sounds disgusting, and it is-- I was feeling smothered by myself). The only thing that's disappointing is that my clothes don't feel any looser, and that's a bummer. I know I weigh less; I feel good and look better; but my regular size 12s still fit perfectly. And I'm just under 5'2; seven pounds is a good amount off this body. I'll get down to my goal and screw it if my clothes are still double-digits. Whatever.