... you can multi-task almost any tasks with ease and grace- for example, can you clean spit up, burp a baby, and read a story to the other child at once? Yes you can!
... you get poop in your hair and you do not freak out, but rather, stand up, spray Aveda hair refresher in your hair, comb it out, and go on with your day - who has time for another shower right now?
... you get spit up on and instead of freaking out, you merely wipe it off, and go back to sleep and hope your newborn does the same. The next morning, you realize what has happened.
... you go to sleep in one position and when your baby cries in the middle of the night, you are still in that position. Your arm, fingers, and hand has fallen asleep but you do not care because you got 5 hours!
... you mumble poopy in your sleep and do not even realize it.
... you can hear your toddler all the way down the hall and she is not even crying. You say to your spouse, "oh crap! She is up. wake up - she is up." She is already in the room staring at you. What instincts you develop!
... you can play musical rooms and musical beds with ease and comfort - one goes down, and you can quickly go placate the other in the other room, and then return to the other room to feed the other one. This can go on all night.
... you can go on for days and days with little to no sleep and still manage to not commit mass murder or drink suicidal kool-aid. Now, that is love!
... as husband and wife, your conversations and daily banter revolve around napping, popping, spitting up, and odd smells. Even when you go to dinner, you imitate your toddler's banter despite dirty looks from your waiter or waitress. Sure you have spit up on your clothes and smell funky from lack of showering but you still have a great time!
... you can no longer watch movies even at home, or TV shows because your toddler repeats everything she hears. So, you try to sneak in a movie here and there, and if you can watch the evening news, what an accomplishment!
... you write blogs and get on facebook for fun because you have no friends left - you are basically insane to your single and no-kid friends and since all you talk about is poop, naps and spit-up, no one really wants to hang out with you.
... you look at your babies and despite all the above, you pray they never grow up 'cause you would not have it any other way.
