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!