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Don't worry it's totally normal...I think.





Parenthood is something else. The odd things I have begun to do are probably typical, at least I tell myself that! Here are some new things that I find happening every-so-often. If you can relate, wonderful, that means we can pretend this stuff is normal together!




1. Mental high-fives take place whenever I pick a satisfyingly big booger from my child's nose.
2. If ever there is a urinary attack mid diaper change,  I have no problem using my hand to direct the flow downward. If successful, another mental high-five is granted. 
3. I regularly catch myself pretend-eating my baby and saying, "I am going to eat you!"...I also occasionally nibble on his earlobes.
4. There is a scale for spit-up, best being, basically drool and worst being, basically goat cheese. This scale is used to determine urgency and necessity of finding a spit-up rag. 
5. Have you pealed the remnants of a sunburn? Kinda fun, right? Ever heard of cradle cap? A sunburn pickers heaven! Its my newest time sucker since discovering Instagram.
6. While nursing, I often realize that for the past 5-10 minutes I have been repeatedly kissing my baby's fingers, completely zoned out. 
7. The most unseen part of my baby is his armpits. I checked them out the other day...weird. 
8. Now that my baby has gotten adorable fat rolls, I assimilate changing a poopy diaper to a game of hide-and-seek. 
9. Confession: I have walked away from a blowout so that my husband would be the "first" to discover it.
10. If an article of clothing has not been saturated in either the fluids from the north or south locations of my child, it shall continue to be worn regardless of the duration of time. Clean until proven dirty! 

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  1. I absolutely love this blog! especially number 10! Clean until proven dirty! I love it ha!

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