Picture By The NumbersWritten by Stepper McCrery
23 - the number of bobby pins holding my hair in place last Sunday.
2 - the number of Dr. Who episodes we watched, tonight.
6 - the number of times between two and three o'clock this afternoon I told the kids to stop screaming, the baby was asleep.
6 - the number of times they apologized and promised they would use their quiet voices.
2 - the number of minutes before they'd forget again.
1 - the number of cavities the good Dentist discovered in my mouth this morning.
0 - the number he found in Bill's. Again.
2 - the number of times Bill usually brushes his teeth per day.
at least 4 - the number of times I usually brush my teeth per day.
4 - the number of new toothbrushes we walked out of the Dentists office, with.
8 - the number of minutes I spent ogling and discussing in depth our new toothbrushes, travel toothbrush cases, floss and etc. before I remembered that most people don't get as excited about the implements of dental hygiene as I do.
0 - the number of times Bill laughed at me 'cause of the weird toothbrush thing.
22 - the number of post-baby pounds that I STILL have to lose.
49 - the number of days I have to lose it all in order to reach my goal.
49 - the number of days until Hank turns 1.
3 - the number of loads of laundry I've pushed through the washer/dryer today.
3 - the number of loads of laundry I have yet to push through the washer/dryer before bed in order to be caught up.
0 - the number of loads of laundry I will likely be pushing through the washer/dryer before bed.
1 - the number of times I've logged on to the internet today, including now. Probably a new record. Someone write Guiness. But no the beer company. They don't care.
3 - the number of times I thought about my friend Sasha P. today; randomly and out of the blue.
4 - the number of times today that I've felt guilt.
3 - the number of times today that I've felt fat.
14 - the number of times today that I've fallen in love with my children.
4 - the number of times (so far) that I've kissed my husband today.
1.67 - the amount of money I have in my wallet (all in coins. The bills went toward Bill's long-day-at-the-office/school-might-need-to-eat-something-at-some-point fund).
1 - the number of wife-lunches Bill took to work with him, just in case the aforementioned made you all feel sorry for him.
9 - the number of separate meals I've prepared, today.
2 - the number of said meals I enjoyed.
2 - the number of times this week I've left the house without my ring on.
2 - the number of times this completely threw off my groove.
3 - the number of days in a row that I've worn this particular pair of jeans.
1 - the number of miniature cars Wyatt got from the prize box at the Dentist, this morning. His new obsession.
6 - the number of times the miniature car has been misplaced.
6 - the number of times said misplacement caused utter panic and complete despair.
6 - the number of times Mom pulled said misplaced car from her pocket, having picked it up off the carpet before she vacuumed/Henry ate it/it got lost in the long carpet forever.
0 - the number of times Wyatt thought Mom was incredibly cool for pulling through for him so immediately with the whole lost miniature car thing.
0 - the number of superpowers my kids think I possess.
8 - the number of superpowers I actually possess.
3 - the number of times Daphne spontaneously glomped me, today, saying, "I love YOU, Mom!"
3 - the amount of times those glomps completely made my day.
4 - the amount of poopy diapers I had to clean up.
89% - the amount of improvement this is over last week.
1 - how many boys I am altogether in love with.
898498560298304980934858670293845 - how talented the boy I am in love with is.
10 - how many minutes before I should be in bed.
70 - how many minutes it will likely be before I climb into bed due to being greedy about a book I'm currently involved with.
Reading. Not writing.
5 - the number of times today that I've felt guilt.
What are my top ten wishes/dreams? (Taken from Top Ten story starter)
Stepper grew up in the desert, but is a child of the rain. She lost her heart to Seattle (both to the place and to the boy who grew up there). She loves to write and draw, and used to get in trouble for doodling all over her homework. She graduated with a Bachelors degree in English Literature from Utah State University. She loves to sing, play the violin and guitar, and is learning the mandolin. She bakes a mean spice cake with pinoche icing, hates caramel, and has a real thing for old keys. But her very most favorite thing in the whole world is her cute husband and three amazing kids.
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