I want to document how this 'new mom' thing is going, at the 3 and a half months (ish) mark.
First of all, a question: When am I no longer considered 'a new mom'? 6 months? A year?
1) First thing I've noticed is my 'expanding' vocabulary. I spontaneously create new words, for words that already exist. Such as...
Diaper = Dibidy Dipes
Fart = Tooty Fruity, Rootin Tootin' (combined it would sound like "Tooty Fruity in your Dibidy Dipes".
Burp = Burpy Durps.
Upon further inspection, I'm not actually creating new words, so much as bastardizing old ones.
2) Secondly, I've lowered my standards on a few things. I will now look at a shirt or a pair of pants, and hang them back up in the closet if they 'only have a little bit' of spit-up on them.
3) I find amusement in the most mundane things, and relay these mundane moments with much enthusiasm. The other day I was driving to Superstore, and was looking at Rhys in my rear view mirror. I waved at him, and then noticed the woman in the van behind me waved back. She thought I was waving at her. This was hilarious to me, so I told Warren about it when I got home. He just stared at me blankly, wondering when the funny part was coming.
Oh, I know there's a bunch more, just can't think of it right now...

4 comments:
Ha!! I love reading all about your mama experiences. FYI - the word bastardizing will continue...and I'm not actually sure it ever goes away. And in our house, a pair of sweatpants needs to be visibly (read: disgustingly) dirty for them to end up in the wash. Oh, how things change, hey??
See? Now that's ridiculous because *I TOTALLY GET* why the waving story is funny. Perhaps hormones whittling away at the grey matter is part of the mommy-raderie. (mommy comraderie.)
Also, I can't spell.
Lastly, maybe I should try some of those Jim Carrey movies I snubbed my nose to in my 20's.
Yes, I totally get the waving story, as well. (made me laugh) And the laundry. (why put on clean things when they will be spit-up on in 20 minutes?) And the words. (soothie, binkie, soo-soo, the hard part is picking which ridiculous new word to use for the perfectly good but not as cute old one)
And if you haven't already started making up songs for the every day baby things in your life, they'll be coming too.
Hits like, "Who knew you had a poop?", "Bath time, bath time, who loves bath time?"
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