- when you go through your day, only to discover after all the errands are run that you have dried snot on the shoulder of your shirt
- when, despite the fact you are pulling on conventional clothing, your strongest desire is to stay in your running clothes all day long
- when you find yourself singing/humming the theme songs from the PBS morning shows all the day long
- when you don't measure the day in time, but by the number of poopy diapers
- when you are using words like num-num, bum-bum, poopy, piddle and tinkle
And finally, you know you are a mother when the main characters in your dream the night before were Curious George and the Man in the Yellow Hat.
3 comments:
So funny, Rach. Even though this stage has yet to hit me, I can totally understand how this happens. It's so funny how dreams mirror what we do and how we feel, even if they choose the most random thing possible to represent those things.
I am definitely a mother! We really like that song by Trace Adkins, "You're Gonna Miss This." And as I am changing diapers or cleaning up spilt milk for the umpteenth time right after I said be really careful with your milk, I sing it louder!
Ok... I did slip in the baby #2 counter without an offical announcement. I have a shirt that says Knocked Up and I need to take a picture of me in it and want to have my "official" announcement as that picture. I am just so excited that I couldn't help myself and put up the counter ;) How are you doing? I miss you all!!! XOXO
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