No matter how cold it is, I don't put socks on my baby because I know she will kick them off within 30 seconds anyway.
I feed my 7-month-old ice cream on a regular basis with the secret hope it will make me the favorite parent.
I let my kid watch scary movies with me when Reece is at work.
I hate tummy time as much as Lola does.
I have only shaved my legs 2 times since Lola's birth.
I used my toes to pick up Lola's binky from the floor once. I can't believe I just admitted to that publicly.
No matter how much I need to get done on Mondays, I always go back to bed when Lola goes down for her morning nap.
Sometimes I catch myself comparing Lola's development to that of other babies close to her age. "Why isn't she crawling yet?" "Why won't she roll over on command like a puppy?" "Ha! She can say 4 words and that kid only drools!" I think I'm the most embarrassed about this one.
I can't rest until Lola's nose is completely booger-free.
I still need to send out at least 15 "Thank You" notes that have been sitting on my counter since right around Lola's birth.
I love my girl's chubby little body and often see how long I can go without putting clothes on her.
I still haven't legally changed my last name to Ivins because I hate waiting in line.
I haven't mopped my floors in 6 months.
Even though I swore I would stop buying baby clothes, I couldn't pass up this $5 dress from Target yesterday. Because after a long winter, I need a little sunshine in my life.
The easiest confession? I love being a mom more than I ever thought possible, and I am 10,000,000 more in love with my Lola girl now than I was the day she was born.