The most perfect Sunday night: The Oscars Red Carpet, pepperoni pizza, and vanilla bean ice cream with crushed Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies. And my perfect and completely accomodating husband on the couch next to me. Sweet, sweet heaven.
(The baby is only in the lower half of that awesome protrusion, if you can believe that. The rest? I don't know, but it's definitely NOT fat. Right? Right?)