You know you've been in newborn-baby land for a while when:

-you walk out of the house and the wind blows a forgotten burp cloth off your shoulder and across the yard.

-you become an accidental exhibitionist. I didn't realize until I'd walked out into my back yard and sat down in a lawn chair that my shirt was pulled up over my bra from the last time I'd breastfed. It's that bad.

-6 hours of sleep is the new 8 hours of sleep. I feel positively invigorated after a 6 hour night.

-a trip to Walmart (aka the worst place on earth) becomes a luxury for the sole reason that it isn't your house.

-your husband spends an hour putting an additional hard drive on your computer to compensate for all the pictures like below that are clogging up you memory space. Worth it.