Ode to the MoMmY ...

So this is my new life. You would think I would have adjusted to the sleepless nights, the lack of personal time, the heart melting smiles, the glass shattering screams, the extra time EVERYTHING takes, the spit up, the loads and loads of laundry, the tiny feet, the baby talk, the smell of baby lotion, the challenge of getting anything done without interruption, the smell of poopy diapers, the huge new and improved "purse", the tiny ears, the bright blue eyes, the fact that every morning she is bigger and different in a million ways. Maybe the point is that you never really adjust. It's good and bad, crazy and magical, wonderful and terrifying all at the same time.

So here it is- Ode to the mommy ... who trades a shower to comfort her screaming baby.
Ode to the mommy ... who clips her baby's toenails even though her toenail polish is chipped.
Ode to the mommy ... who can't leave the house without the diapers, a bottle, a change of clothes, the stroller, sunscreen, wipes, blankets, hand sanitizer, and the camera, but forgets her sunglasses.


Ode to the mommy ... who wakes up her baby up to play in the middle of the night even though they both should be dreaming of unicorns or puppies.
Ode to the mommy ... who reads and sings and plays and laughs even if she is running a 104 fever.


Ode to the mommy ... who thinks her baby is beautiful, even covered in goop and barf and poop and what is left of lunch.
Ode to the mommy ... who would give anything for ten more minutes of sleep, but stares lovingly at her baby as she sleeps.


Ode to the mommy ... who showed me what it means to be the best mommy I can every day.

It isn't a glamourous life, but it is my new life and I wouldn't change it for anything. Am I adjusting? ... who really knows. Maybe. Maybe not. It depends on the day and how much barf I've cleaned up that day I think ...