Fina-fucking-ly, I am going to the US to visit my family. This will be the first time they meet baby M, and everyone is excited.
I can't wait to load my big, fat ass into a big, fat car and go to big, fat stores. Isn't that what America is all about?
I told my mom that I am gaining weight living in suburbs, since I am not riding my bakfiets as much. (That will change soon - M can't sit in a baby seat quite yet, and he HATES the infant seat) She said "Oh, well, we can eat vegetables while you're here." I was like "No way! Who the hell goes to America NOT to eat?" (At least in America, I have serious competition. I might not even qualify as fat there.)
M will fit in the bike seat by the time we get back, and I can use him as resistance while biking. I should just load the bakfiets with bricks. It's been a long winter...