If the first two months of my baby’s life made me feel like a 24/7 Renaissance Faire performer in a PG-13 show that ran every three hours, the second two months have made me feel like a mad scientist. Emphasis on the MAD.

I am officially no longer the parent of a newborn. Now I have a regular old infant. I’m back in jeans, taking yoga, and out in the world high on caffeine. I’m just another young (hip and cool!) mom pushing…