Raz walked in the door right as Oliver launched an arc of projectile spit up onto my t-shirt and leggings.

We didn't hear him come into the room because we were giggling. I wasn't thinking about the warm white baby vomit soaking my shirt and dripping down my chest. My baby was losing his miiiind laughing while I wiped his mouth and PJs. He thinks mouth-wiping is hilarious. And even though he laughs almost every time I wipe his face, those sweet little belly squeals are always a pleasant surprise.

What's so funny? crosses my mind for a millisecond before I turn my attention back to the moment and forget everything else. SO many people ask us Do you even REMEMBER life before him?!

Yeah, I remember what it was like before I was thrown up on, drooled on, poked, grabbed, pinched, and kicked. I remember showers. I remember my abs. I remember epic road trips in two seat convertibles, tipsy happy hours, daily workouts, date nights, and getting places on time. I remember work travel and eating lunch at lunchtime. I remember kissing my husband first every morning. I remember all of it. I'll never forget it.

The thing is, NOW is my truth. NOW is where all of that was meant to lead. I could do a better job of finding reasons to get dressed, of actually putting my face on in the morning, of seeing more people. But, right now, I see him, and he is happy and smiling and full of new noises and new milestones, and new expressions every day. I don't want to miss it. I wouldn't miss it for anything.

I know I'll get some of the old stuff back--like the husband kissing first and the reasons to get dressed--but, for now, I don't really miss any of it. Yeah, I DO remember what it was like before. It was great!

This is different. Better in some ways, harder in others.

But I'ma be like Will Smith on The Oprah Show (RIP) and say it's okay to kinda mourn the life stage before if you need to while embracing the one you're in. The embracing and REALLY SEEING IT, the being in it part is what's been most important for me. And to never forget your sense of humor about it all. Some days that's the only thing that matters, especially when your new perfume is Eau de Puke.