Sleeping muffins

I'm once again sitting here listening to my son cry himself to sleep.  It makes me feel like my skin is peeling off one little inch at a time.  I called The Husband for a pep talk.  He's really good at pep talks.

Speaking of muffins...once again The Maja is spoiling my efforts at losing the just-had-a-baby-belly.  She makes magical bran muffins.  I know what your thinking...BRAN!  Yuck!  Nay, nay.  They taste fantastic and if you eat one, they are relatively good for you.  The problem begins when you eat 2...okay, 4...okay fine, 9.  I really don't know how many I've eaten in the last two days, but this container was pretty full when I got here.

Why does she do this?  Can't she either make something that isn't yummy for my tummy or NOT MAKE ANYTHING AT ALL?!?  It's in her nature though.  She's a feeder.  That's a strange term to choose for your mom...feeder.  But she is.  She's an amazing cook and she loves to cook and she loves for others to eat the lovely things that she cooks.  Bad combo for the just-had-a-baby-belly!  

(Insert sigh of relief) The Bubbie is asleep.  Thank you for being a part of my distraction.