Ahhh, as the year comes to a close, I'd like to reflect on some things that only being a mom do I realize/experience...
1. I am consumed with poop. Not only was I so concerned about my dogs' bowel movements when they were pups (not sure why now..) but now I am concerned about whether D has pooped during the course of the day. I tailor her diet to ensure ease of poop. It pains me to see her straining.
2. On that same note, did you know that when you use disposable diapers, you are supposed to dispose of the poop in the toilet before you toss the diaper in the trash? Yes, that is proper handling of dirty diapers. So, that being said, D's poop is pretty solid so ya gotta love when the poop hits the water and the toilet water backsplashes onto my face. Awesome.
3. I have an odd obsession with trying to save money on diapers. I only just realized that I often do not like to change D's diaper unless it has soaked up 500 lbs of urine. Until it is practically dragging on the floor. Uhh, G has since really set me straight.
4. Sleep? What is sleep? Who needs to carry those recyclable grocery bags when surely you can store all the groceries in the bags that sit under my eyes.
5. Babies are SMART. I know (and D knows) when I have reached my limit in tolerance with her. (Yeah, I have my moments) And I am always surprised in those moments when G comes to rescue D. When he is lovingly picking her up, she will look over at me and she KNOWS and can feel the daggers that are shooting out of my eyes at her. I see the realization coming over her face. She knows, but is not saddened by it. It is sort of a "Hmm, oh well." sort of of look that I get from her.
6. There are so many parents that will say, "Ooh, cherish those baby moments" Nah, I don't think so. I look forward to every knew development in D and can't wait until she is walking on her own, talking to express her feelings, eating on her own. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I can't wait until she's independent! I will cry tears of JOY when she finally walks out the door at 18 and says, "Bye mom! I'm off to college!" Hah!
7. Chicks and puppies are still better than babies, but ooh, do I love my child. There are moments in the wee night hours, when D has woken up for whatever reason and needs to be cuddled that I feel the most love for her. Her warm little body and cute little sleepy sighs.