You know you Are a Mom When....

I love lists.  Of all things great and all things lame.  So here you go.  If you are a mom, first timer or 2 babies in, you've experienced that moment where you think, "Crap.  I am officially a mom".

Here are some of my favorite moments...

1. When you find Goldfish crackers in the AC vent of your car
2. When you are seen driving in a mini SUV.  If you drive a mini van, you take the cake.  And God bless you.
3. The moment you wonder if it is chocolate or not.  It's not just in a movie, I promise.
4. When taking a shower and driving solo anywhere is the new "me" time
5. When the words, "I am going to lose my s*%!" come out of your mouth.  Here and there.
6. When you get excited about scrap booking parties (wine and great company included).  True story.
7. When you bargain shop, use coupons and browse the clearance rack.  
8. When you wear yoga pants, t-ball team shirt and running shoes.  To go to the mall.
9. The moment you eat your child's unwanted chewed up piece of brocolli because there is no trash can in sight.  In public.
10. When you fall asleep next to Superman, Batman and Flash. Oh, and Wonder Woman. 

I can really go on and on.  This list doesn't quite romanticize the notion of bearing little people.  But it also doesn't do it justice for the one major reason it is all worth it:

1. You will always have someone to love.  And they will always love you back.

These moments are real and mini treasures. 

Happy Friday!

When I Grow Up....I want be 5 Again

2013

I rocked Noah to sleep one night, placed his beloved stuffed animal Monkey by his side and turned off the lights in his room.  When I woke up the next morning, he was 5 years old and dressed in a Batman costume...

Honestly, that feels like the most accurate transgression of time.  And I've found myself describing said speed of time in the only way I can, in a way Noah can understand how he is suddenly independent, articulate and Kindergarten-ready.

Birthdays are all milestones, but certainly some are more engraving than others.  And this July, the little boy that wigggled and kicked inside my belly at the sound of Daddy's voice, reached a milestone he and I are unexpectedly proud of.  And I've spent these days trying to figure out why I feel so giddy, excited and emotional.  And I realize that it must be because I somehow feel unworthy of the last five years of my life.  Because I could not form into words, what my heart has experienced with this little soul that walks like his Father, talks like his mother, charms like his grandfather, hurts like his Tia, and loves like his Tio.

And time stops for no one.  We all know that.

And I love who two high school sweethearts have created together, from day one.  Because as we pick out school supplies and what superhero backpack he will choose for the first day of school, I think of what awaits for him, starting now.  How he will embrace Kindergarten and how he will conquer the rest of his school days, life.

I tell Noah how on days I held him in my arms, how I dreamed of all the funny and bizarre conversations we would have at the age he is now.  And how proud I am of all the things he values at this moment: Batman his hero, wrestling with Daddy, ice cream with Nana & Tata, dancing with baby brother and walks around the neighborhood with his favorite people.

Because suddenly, being 5 is the coolest thing on the planet.