My Name Is Snickerdoodle: Signs...



that I am a mom.

I survive on little to no sleep. (Even though he is getting better.)

My day flies by with only feeding and changing one kid.

Doing laundry has become a hobby.

I've learned to be very quick with diaper changes...if not it means more laundry!

Gross, I know, but I think baby farts are the funniest thing!

I don't mind using my own clothing as a burp cloth in a pinch.

Taking a shower is not a morning activity anymore. More like a late afternoon thing. As long as I get one before Ian comes home, I am good!

I've noticed more diaper, toy and sugary cereal commercials on TV. Were there really that many before?

Was the world really this icky-germy before my son was born???

Boogers really don't bother me anymore. At least baby ones.

I never believed in love at first sight until I saw him for the first time. And every day it grows more.

I never thought I could love Ian more than I did, but every time I see him hold our baby, that love grows ever more as well.

I am already planning when I can be pregnant again!


  1. And you found time to blog HOW??
    haha j/k.

  2. isn't it great?? sounds like you are enjoying it! sleep when the baby WILL catch up to you!;0)