- Weston sticks his hand down my shirt and just rests his hand on my breast. I let him keep it there because he it seems to comfort him.
- I have gone out in public with spit-up and formula on me.
- I will sniff Weston's back end to see if he's what we call "fresh". Unfortunately, directly checking the diaper has resulted in many, shall we say, "dipped" fingers.
- I pick my Weston's nose, with or without a wet wipe.
- I have left the house and forgotten the essentials- diapers, blankets, burp cloths...
- I songs that I find myself singing are not from the radio, but from Special Agent Oso and the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
- I narrate everything I do during the day, even after Weston's asleep.
As my mothering goes on, I'm sure I will find that Weston or I do things I swore I'd never do/allow my child to do.
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