no depth perception

Today I ate three graham crackers with peanut butter and some reduced fat cottage cheese. Just kidding. I'm not going to talk about what I eat. Suffice it to say, I eat food. Usually a lot of it. What I am going to do is weigh myself every Monday. So my first "weigh in", as they like to say at Weight Watchers, is this coming Monday. And that is when I will face the horror. (For the blogging record, I predict that I weigh 162lbs.) For now, ignorance is bliss.

Actually, there's not a lot of bliss in our household these days. Sophie, our 1-year-old daughter, is teething like a mofo. We call her the Miserable Wretch. No amount of baby Tylenol or gum rub seems to help. I wish she had a morphine drip. I wish we all had one.

This morning I took her to the playground around the corner from our house and that took her mind off of it for a while. Things went south when I carried her to the top of the wooden jungle gym and watched as she tried to walk off of the edge. I was holding her hand--no need to alert child services--but I was freaked out all the same. Apparently she has no depth perception.

I removed her from the jungle gym and she screamed all the way home. This, coupled with the fact that I'm fat, makes me sad.