After year one, you look back and think that the last 12 months have been the shortest, longest months of your life
It’s very strange to see your child crawl after he’s established that he can walk.
Somehow you occasionally blackout, throw a limp-bodied tantrum, and wake to remember none of it. That’s the only explanation as to how that kid could have learned how to do it himself.
“Outside” and “Hungry” are the first two in a long list of words that must be spelled for the foreseeable future in order to avoid the above-mentioned jello-bones meltdown.
You’ve wondered what the thought processes are behind someone willingly taking delicious pizza out of their own face-hole but employing no hesitation when confronted with a yes-or-no decision in regards to the fistful of dog food they’re clutching.
You’ve ever thought “How is this mountain of toys that was so shiny and new just a few months ago now irrelevant and/or uninteresting? I’ve got 500 lbs of plastic and stuffing that I’m going to have to throw in the attic until I decide to give it away in 18 years as if I’m doing the poor, younger recipient a favor.”
You’re coming dangerously close to memorizing “Goodnight Moon.”
The most grown-up thing you’ve read lately has been on Twitter.
You’ve never been more proud to see another person wear your teams colors, even if it really wasn’t his choice.