those people

We've become "those people," me and the hub. You know who I'm talking about. We started out normal enough. We spent our twenties in school, mired in student loan debt, bought and sold a couple of houses, slept in until noon on the weekends, spent our money how we wanted on what we wanted, traveled, went on vacations, had season tickets to WVU. Then, last December, it all started to change. We found out I was pregnant. Sure, the maternity clothes were a necessity because none of my regular clothes fit. And so was the expensive lotion to keep stretch marks at bay (it didn't work). And so were the crib, clothes, massive amount of onesies, diapers, sleep hammock, baby bjorn, swing, boppy pillow, lotions, Boudreaux's Butt Paste, Baby Legs, bedding. And so on and so on. Still, we didn't know we were changing. But we were already changed. This last trip to Babies 'R Us sealed the deal. Somewhere between our Target Pottery Barn knock-off furniture, and Coastal Living-esque decor, lies the truth...

We are those people. Those people that say that a baby won't change them, that the baby will have to conform to their lives, and go to their restaurants (no kid's menu here, folks!), and sleep on their schedule, and - the most important - won't take over their house. And were so wrong. She did take over. And we've given up. Yes, that easily. Take it, Britton. The house is yours.

And for more Britton cuteness...

Sadie thinks to herself, "This used to be a solo gig, sister."