- your favorite local public radio station has been replaced with Coldplay renditions of lullabies and muzak versions of nursery rhymes (and unfortunately, he likes the muzac nursery rhymes best)
- you discover the "tiny tot trio" (dried slobber, spit up and poop) on your favorite "dry clean only" sweater AFTER you've arrived at your destination
- you notice your bouncing the bag of apples on your hip as you wait in the grocery store check out line
- your pillow is an exotic vacation destination you'd love to visit one day
- you are lucky if you get one shower a day--and NEVER get two
- you host your first "PG-rated" party ever--a BBQ in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday at a park featuring other couples with kids . . . and it's your 30th birthday
- your cuticles have grown over your fingernails
- your milk-stained nursing bra is your sexiest piece of lingerie
- "mommy and daddy time" means falling asleep on the couch together
- you've purchased so much under-eye concealer that the makeup counter lady knows you by first name and your credit card number by heart
- you can only identify that lady you met last week by the name of her kid
- a wild Saturday night means managing to stay awake long enough to catch the opening monologue of "Saturday Night Live"
- you truly consider doing chores while dad watches the baby taking a break
- you discover that breast pads double perfectly as drink coasters
4.11.2009
You Know You're A New Mommy When . . .
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the art of mommying.
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The Saturday Night Live thing is true for us now, and we don't even have kids. We're just old.
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