-You sing Yo Gabba Gabba, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Backyardigans, Wonder Pets, Dora the Explorer, Go Diego Go, Sesame Street songs out of no where because they’re permanently absorbed into your brain.

-You start talking to your hubby in baby talk, in my case, Dylan-language. For example, “Peez, Daddy?” “Thah-chu Daddy.” “I play Berdz.” “Who is dat?!” “I eat mum-mum (aka food).” Actually, it’s not just Mark. I talk to my own best friend like this.

-You could care less if you look like shit all day.

-You pick everything up with your feet.

-You’ve mastered doing everything with just one hand.

-And most of all, you lack an abundant amount of rest.