Your ideal new years is snuggling on the couch with a chunky little baby and a good movie.
You become more obsessed with finding the right diaper bag rather than a new purse.
You write a book of instructions for sitters. That is 439 pages long. and typed, with a table of contents. (just kidding...or am I, lol)
You are obsessed with his booger sucker outer thingy and refuse to let the poor kid have any in his nose.
You have irrational fears of dropping your child on his head. Not dropping him in general but dropping him on his head.
You swear you hear the baby crying only to forget you are not with him....and that damn song his swing plays haunts my dreams.
You might also worry that his first word is going to be something that would get him kicked out of preschool.
You actually get used to not sleeping, and wonder what it feels like to sleep uninterrupted for long periods of time. I would say you dream about it, but you don't have time to dream :)
You worry that letting him cry for more than a few minutes will scar him for life, or the outfit you put him in gets him laughed at by other babies.
You refer to yourself as mommy but forget you are in public, at a meeting.
You complain about smelling like baby puke and the lack of sleep, only to find that when you go back to work you actually miss that smell and enjoy those middle of the night feedings.
You find yourself smiling throughout the day just at the simple thought of his smile.
Your favorite part of the day is the parts with him in it.