Holy smokes

I've been saying holy smokes! in my head a lot recently.

Examples are as follows:

• Holy smokes!  You're 5 months old already?!
• Holy smokes, no wonder why you can almost sit up.
• Holy smokes!  Diego should be in the 6-8 year old Story Hour at the library this summer because he's going to be 6 in July?!  Where has time gone?
• Holy smokes, when was the last time I took a shower?
• Holy smokes!  I haven't posted on my blog in over a week!
• Holy smokes!  I have outstanding emails I need to respond to that are almost as old.
• Holy smokes, it is cold outside.
• Holy smokes, I'm so thankful for another sunny day . . . finally.
• Holy smokes, when is this kid going to nap?
• Holy smokes!  Why do I have to get up at 6:00 AM again??  Oh, you -- peed the bed, didn't go back to sleep after nursing, or desperately need a snack.
• Holy smokes, is Quiet Time already over??

And so on and so forth. 

(I should also add that things have finally normalized around here and I feel mush, mush better.  Oops, I mean much, much better.)