You Know you're a mommy when....

I just picked a booger out of my babies nose and it didn't even gross me out
Yesterday I was puked on, peed on and pooped on and none of them made me mad or grossed me out.....guess I'm officially a mommy now

 

when.... you smell like sour cream most of the time.

 

:rotflmbo: SOOO true..this was me yesterday...my Dh was like...What is that nasty smell....it was me :laughing: QUOTE(girls! @ Dec 27 2007, 09:49 AM) [snapback]547460[/snapback]
when.... you smell like sour cream most of the time.

 

..when you think just taking a shower ONCE a day is a treat! :banana:

 

When you are putting a diaper on and realized you haven't taken the dirty one off yet!

April

 

When all you talk about when you get together with other moms is the Color of the day!

 

When you put on a shirt that has snot on the shoulder and you haven't gotten around to washing it yet, and you figure, well, at least it's OLD snot.

 

QUOTE(melissak @ Dec 27 2007, 10:44 AM) [snapback]547450[/snapback]
I just picked a booger out of my babies nose and it didn't even gross me out


Yup! BTDT! LOL!

 

No matter how far away the babies are in the house from where you are, you can hear it the minute they wake up and start to stir! My house is a split floor plan, so my bedroom is at the other end of the house from the babies, but I don't need a baby monitor! The minute someone wakes up and starts to stir it wakes me up, it's like I have super-sonic hearing when it comes to the babies fussing! Of course I have a video baby monitor as well so I can watch them, but a lot of times I turn the sound off, I don't need it!

 

QUOTE(melissak @ Dec 27 2007, 10:44 AM) [snapback]547450[/snapback]
I just picked a booger out of my babies nose and it didn't even gross me out
Yesterday I was puked on, peed on and pooped on and none of them made me mad or grossed me out.....guess I'm officially a mommy now


Yup bodily functions don't bother me anymore. You also know you are a mommy when you pick out your clothes based on how it will disguise the snot, spit up and drool that will inevitably cover it.

 

You know you're a mommy when...

...you're in the kitchen cooking with a pot boiling and the fan over the range on full blast, DD is napping in the bedroom, and you hear the change in her breathing that means she'll wake up in a few minutes.

...getting boogers out of their noses is not only not gross, but kind of fun and interesting.

...new baby toys are the best Christmas present YOU could get, because it'll mean two happy, entertained babies!

...you start deciding what to cook next based on whether there are any baby no-nos in it.

...you and DH no longer talk about books and classical music, but poop colors, smells, and textures.

...you get a big sloppy kiss from a baby with a mouth full of Nutramigen and not only do you not barf, your heart melts.

 

...you have a new standard for whether an article of clothing (yours, not a baby's) is dirty: has it been refluxed on? Not spit-up on (then it's CLEARLY not dirty), but - has it been SOAKED with food that a baby just opened up and projectiled out?

A shower once a day is a distant memory, forget a luxury!

you do what you swore you would never do and colored your hair by yourself because if you had three consecutive hours to yourself you darn sure are not going to spend it in a hair salon (and just how many diapers WOULD that $$ buy?

you no longer remember a time when you actually slept more than four consecutive hours

the notion of going to the gym is so far in the past that it belongs to a different life, on a parallel plane of existence

you can braid the hair on your legs because you don't have time to shave (ok, gross!)

the only thing you worry about with a poop explosion (up the back) is "will she hold still long enough for me to get this onesie over her head w/OUT getting poop on her cranium?"

You have to catch yourself from telling perfect strangers about your babies' sleeping habits

you actually go out of the house w/out them and feel this bizarre emptiness, like a missing limb - and realize you're holding both hands in front of you in stroller position.

you read ONE article in the daily newspaper and feel like you actually have a clue about what's happening in the world.

 

I am so glad I am not the only one with these thoughts. Oh to have the time to shave my legs.... :lol: :lol:

 

okay... I loved these.... all so true!!
I have one,

....When you lift baby's bottom to yours or your hubby's nose, and it's not a strange thing to do..... even in public

 

QUOTE(fuchsiagroan @ Dec 27 2007, 06:27 PM) [snapback]548121[/snapback]
You know you're a mommy when...

...getting boogers out of their noses is not only not gross, but kind of fun and interesting.

...new baby toys are the best Christmas present YOU could get, because it'll mean two happy, entertained babies!

...you get a big sloppy kiss from a baby with a mouth full of Nutramigen and not only do you not barf, your heart melts.



QUOTE(Jordari @ Dec 27 2007, 10:05 PM) [snapback]548382[/snapback]
you no longer remember a time when you actually slept more than four consecutive hours

the notion of going to the gym is so far in the past that it belongs to a different life, on a parallel plane of existence

you can braid the hair on your legs because you don't have time to shave (ok, gross!)


ITA!

 

All of these are so true. I can’t count the number of times in a day I find myself smelling to see if a diaper is dirty.

 

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you do what you swore you would never do and colored your hair by yourself because if you had three consecutive hours to yourself you darn sure are not going to spend it in a hair salon (and just how many diapers WOULD that $$ buy?


OMG! This reminds me of a story that happened a few weeks back! DH and I took the girls and oldest DD to the mall so she could get her haircut. The woman there was VERY rude and offended that we walked in at 8:10 to ask if she could still take a walk-in. (They closed at 9PM and the place was empty) She huffed and agreed to take her as long as she didn't "expect a blow dry and style". After failing to convince DD to wait and see someone else, we dropped her off and did a little shopping.

I came back 20 minutes later to get her, leaving DH and the girls in another store this time. They were completely done (and DD like her cut thank goodness). While paying, this woman looks at me and says "When are you going to come in for some work. You know you're roots are showing." I replied that I've been busy taking care of the twins and that money has been tight, but that some "mom-pampering" was definitely overdue. I added that I hadn't had my hair cut or colored professionally in almost 2 years (I always do it myself). And she scoffed at me and scolded me and actually told me that my hair was "neglected". I can handle rude women, but the kicker was that this woman was visibly pregnant! Little does she know what's in store for her and her perfect coif and jewel-studded manicure! She'll get hers soon enough! HEHE