Things Change

-Instead of cleaning my bathtub, now I just have to dust it. Gone are the days of long baths, now I'm in and out of the separate shower in close to 5 minutes.

-My language has expanded to include bathrooms words like, "poo-poo," "potty," "peni," and "heiney."

-Instead of morning news shows, I wake up to Super Why and The Super Readers.

-Along those same lines- I consider thirty minutes of The Imagination Movers to be quality entertainment.

-Trips to the mall are no longer leisurely. They involve bee-lining for the playground and ducking passed the toy stores.

-And when I do go shopping, I'd rather spend the money on my kids wardrobes and not mine.

-My one-handed typing skills have signifcantly improved. Actually, my one-handed skills regarding everything have improved. One-hand cooking, one-hand vacuuming, etc.

-Caffeine has moved up in importance on the food chain. My coffee pot and I have a very intimate relationship. Almost as intimate as me and the Starbucks' Baristas.

-Pedicures come less often now, and instead I am always bandaging and kissing an ouchie, cleaning ears, or clipping someone else's nails.

-Alarm clocks are a thing of the past. My early risers make much better wake-up calls.

-My living room couches are jungle gyms, not furniture.

-I've learned I will never have enough closets or a big-enough car.

-I now understand that electric toys occasionally go off on their own and that hearing one at 3 a.m. does not mean your toddler is awake or that there is an intruder rummaging through the toybox.

-My ears have developed whining-tolerance. It doesn't even register anymore. I choose not to hear it.

-Vacuuming and sweeping are never-ending jobs.

-I know that Daddy's are always big and strong, just like Batman. Baby's giggles are magical, and there's nothing like finding your toddlers tickle-button!