Your clothes don’t get washed in Dreft after the first week.

Your mom only takes pictures on her cell phone, not the “good camera”. 

Your dad is totally confident holding you and changing a few diapers. (Instead of being afraid he’ll drop you or break you.)

You go to church before you’re two months old. (Read: because your mom knows how to get somewhere *almost* on time with a small baby in tow.)

You go to your four week check-up when you are six weeks old. Opps.

You spend more time in the bouncy seat in one week than your big sister did in a year. But, you love it anyway.

You are already described as easy-going when you’re ten days old.

Your crib was set up when you were six weeks old, not 20 weeks old in the womb. (Ha! Overplanning.)

You get a “plug” (aka: pacifier) in the hospital. Not week three. Cause you’re mom is totally over the fear of “nipple confusion”.

You cry some, of course. But, mostly when mom and sister are out of the room for a moment or two and the place goes quiet. You’re already used to the action of family life.