- My wardrobe choices are becoming: wear same three outfits over and over OR wear spit-up stained clothing.
- My backseat has two carseats and no room for anyone but pint-sized passengers.
- I have had occasion to look down into my (ridiculously expensive) purse and see teething toys.
- Three people have told me they love my "mom 'do" or "soccer mom hair-cut." (Um, 1. that is NOT a compliment, and 2. my then-single, childless friend had a similar haircut a year ago, thank you very much.)
- I can talk on the phone, fold laundry, and hold a bottle at the same time.
- It feels like Christmas every time I leave work to head home and see my little boy.
- The "camera roll" on my phone has 431 photos and 15 videos. I can count on one hand the ones that are non Silas-related.
- Phrases I have uttered in the last 24 hours: "Did he poop today?" and "Hold the baby while I get this spit up out of my bra."
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Michelle for Mayor of Mommyville
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