Identity Crisis

Most of it is because we now have a baby, but some of it might just be that we are getting older. Either way, sometimes it seems like we're not the same people anymore.

Top 10 Reasons I No Longer Know Who We Are....

10. We employ a dog walker.

9. We now spend money as if we were wildy rich. For example, I think nothing of buying Tai a $13 Lamaze toy, just because all the other kids at baby group have something similar. And we're not just spending ridiculous amounts of money on Tai either (see #8).

8. We recently purchased a $100 kitchen trash can. Yes, that's right....$100 on a trash can. In our defense, it's a really cool trash can.

7. I am one of those people who has to have their cell phone on them at all times. While I'm at work, it sits out on my desk. If I have to go into the conference room for a meeting, it comes with me. I used to mock these people. Now I am one of them.

6. Our dog walker is distraught about her upcoming 20th birthday, because she doesn't want to be "old." If 20 is old, what does that make us? I try to picture what we look like to her... an old married couple with a house, three pets, and a baby. We probably look like we have our shit together. But really, inside we are still just teenagers who have no idea what we are doing and are making it up as we go along.

5. Our living room tables are littered with gardening catalogs and baby magazines.

4. When Minh and I use the words "baba ganoush" and "mulligatawny" out in public, we're not ordering food. We're talking to Tai about the two stuffed animals that hang from his car seat handle. Those are their names. We named them.

3. Minh has started drinking wine. Gone are the days when he would ONLY drink Sam Adams, due to his discerning taste for beer. And gone are the days when he would ONLY drink PBR, due to his concern for our household budget. Now each night, as we prepare dinner, he goes to the wine rack and selects a bottle to go with the meal. Who is this man?

2. We cook dinner in a crock pot.

1. Locking myself in a little room with the industrial-sized printer and milking my breasts provides a nice little break from work a couple times a day. Even better, I have to coordinate these "breaks" with another co-worker who uses the room for the same purpose. And I used to think it was inappropriate to discuss such body parts in the workplace....