- You know all of the late night infomercials from all those sleepless nights.
- Your voice has permanently become 10 octaves higher from talking all that baby talk.
- You realize at dinner time that you never ate lunch or breakfast, but the baby had balanced meals all day.
- You used to see infomercials for Girls Gone Wild and think guys were too easily amused by them. Now you see those commercials and think, “If she ever does that, I’ll kill her….”
- You rhyme words together, not just with baby, but in social situations. “Yes, I’ll have a Miller Geniune Drafty-wafty”….
- You spend your birthday money on baby clothes and a Belle costume.
- You find yourself talking to other people using the same tone you use with your toddler. “Now I told you to sign on the dotted line, mmmmm kay?”
- You base your choice of restaurant as to whether it is noisy enough and crowded enough for others to not notice your baby screaming, making a huge mess on the floor and whether they have clean high chairs.
- You find that you cannot watch the news or read the paper without breaking out into hives and or having a nervous breakdown seeing all the horrible things that can possibly happen to your child.
- From Sarah: You know you are a mother when your secret fantasy involves being alone in complete silence.
- From Samantha: You know you’re a mom when you start referring to your husband as “daddy” instead of “honey” or “baby”.
- From MCMilker: You have “Mommy” nails – no polish, not even a manicure!
- From TiggerPrr: You know you’re a mom when “Because I said so!” becomes a viable reason.
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I can really relate to number 10. My teens have asked me before what my favorite musis is. I tell them: the sound of the kitchen clock ticking. You can’t hear that clock tick unless the house is silent. Too bad I’m usually sleeping then!
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I rememember all of these well…but my kids are now grown and I find myself replaying them with grandchildren. Great TT.
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i said that i’d never refer to my husband as “daddy” and i totally do it all the time….
LOL – I find myself in nearly every topic you mentioned =)
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when you have no issue sniffing a butt to check for a poopy diaper!
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I always turn off those Girls Gone Wild videos, in case the sight of all those chests makes the baby hungry!
You know you’re a mom when you calmly handle vomit, tears, and diarrhea at the same time, but an empty toilet paper roll sends you over the edge.
#9 – I can’t stand to watch those 911 shows. They give me something new to worry about! Merry Christmas!!
Number 4 makes me so glad I don’t have a daughter.
I do have a hard time watching the news and I’ve lost my tolerance for stupid parents – you know the ones…the ones that are shown on the news.