In Which Our Heroine Becomes THAT Mom

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You know that mother who doesn’t mind that her house is littered with toys or that she doesn’t know where the hot new restaurant is or that she has rice stuck to her arm? (Oh wait, I DO care about that last part. Why didn’t you tell me damnit?) That’s ME. This is the post where I talk about how much I enjoy being D’s mom. So, feel free to tune out, or at least have the courtesy to suppress your gag reflex.

Seriously though, I adore this child. Everything he does is just so fascinating to me and before he was born people would always say things to us like, “Say goodbye to sleep!” and “Enjoy your nights out now!” and even “Just wait until the baby comes, you won’t <insert anything you enjoy doing now here> anymore!” But, I guess the thing they didn’t mention that although most of those things might be true, we didn’t mind at all. In fact, we didn’t really care because we are so in to the Dooz. He is literally our favorite person in the entire world and we get to see him all the time. It’s awesome. 

Never mind that he tried to poke the dog’s eye out and bludgeoned his father over the head with a book (all things that happened in the first hour or so of the day). And those who know me well, know that I’ve had some serious challenges with post-partum depression, but it doesn’t change the fact that this boy is just so sweet, adorable and uber funny every single day. So yeah, I am THAT mom. But hey, I don’t care