Your a Mom When....

There have been moments lately when it has hit me how much of a mom I have become. How these two little people have changed my thinking.

Driving into the Target parking lot, or any store really, I base my slot choice on proximity to the basket return. It ROCKS if I can score one adjacent to the basket return. This can literally make my morning or afternoon.

We were at Jared Jewelers....yes he went to Jared.(such a cheesy commercial). Anyhoo...Rich lost his wedding ring on Christmas Day in his parents back yard. Snow ball fight. No gloves. Super cold hands. Whoosh there went the ring. The sales lady dropped a ring on the glass counter, we both moved with quickness only a parent knows to stop it from going off the counter. She actually congratulated us both on our cat-like reflexes. Our response in unison...'Kids!'

Some of you may remember my rant about Dishwasher Loading Disease....I actually told Rich the other day...''I used to be able to fit more things in the dishwasher, you know what I realized? My whole top rack has been over taken with Gerber baby bowls, sippies, and bottles.'' This bothers me on a fundamental level, but I've come to terms with the idea that this stage will pass.

There's one maternity shirt(blush!) that I can't seem to put away yet! It's just a gray and white striped tank from Motherhood. It doesn't look maternity and it's so comfortable! There is guilty pleasure in just wearing it around the house on a rainy day.

The floor of my car hasn't been vacuumed in about three months. UGH! And I'm pretty sure you could find enough random clothes for each child to make an outfit. Might not match but yeah in a pinch it would work.

You find it hysterical that your toddler just stood on the couch next to the hubby and tooted. And upon being questioned about it responded, ''I like doing that all the time! I toot!' (That just happened while I was posting)

Walking into any consignment or thrift store your immediate thought is 'What clothes to they have for the kids' You buy 10 items for them, then get all giddy about a Franco Sarto purse(green) that normally retails for $65 for $5! Purses have become my new love, like shoes they sort of always fit and look good.

You've found the 3 yr olds' shoe, one shoe, in the washing machine for the 4th time and are bewildered as to how it got there. This is the reverse of the sneaky sock gnome living in the dryer, it's the washing machine fairy that gifts things to the load. We don't disguise the unwanted gifts of mascara and lipstick or a pocket full of tissue.