I know because...

I know I'm the mama of a toddler because....

When insomnia hit at 4am, I didn't mind too much. That time of day is my only truly me time.

I got excited about firm poop in a diaper.

I told my hubby about aforementioned poop.

I am blogging about poop. (sigh)

I ate a soggy cheerio from an outstretched hand. ( I hate soggy cereal.)

the words "hold still, this pooh won't come off on it's own" came out of my mouth while holding another person's wiggling legs.

the words "Yay for poop!" came out of my mouth.

I've been hit, yelled at and hugged by the same person in a matter of minutes.


Have I mentioned that I love being a mom. It's not glamorous, but I love it!