I've been a mommy for one whole year.

There's been a lot of crying, laughing and love. I've been learning as we go, and I still don't know what I'm doing half the time.

I spend a good bit of my free time looking up things like "how to transition from formula to milk" and "why has my 11-month-old stopped sleeping through the night?"

My house never seems to be picked up; I'm always behind on the laundry; and I rarely get a full night's sleep.

I'm convinced that doing chores while the baby naps is a myth.

Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is my least favorite of Alexis' favorite shows; Donald is my least favorite character.


I'm still not a morning person, probably because I'm having to get up even earlier to make sure we're both ready on time.

I hit the snooze button on my alarm at least once every morning.

I think I'm in a near-constant state of functioning sleep deprivation.

Even on days that I feel like I'm at my wit's end and don't know what to do, I wouldn't change a thing. Well, except for maybe the not sleeping through the night thing.