No stone unturned, no cabinet unemptied.
"What is Mom doing on the counter?"
About a month ago she decided that wake up time is 6:30 and meals must be served on the hour. Six meal/snacks a day is my max, though, so every 40 minutes or so she stands at the pantry cabinet and screams "Nya nya nya nya!" (a made up word that means I-am-not-content-with-the-current-situation).
We're not in Babyland anymore. I just bought What to Expect the Second Year, and I am cramming every second I get. Usually I just get to sit down, find my page, and- "NYA NYA NYA!"