I realized today...

That I have become a total mom. We aren't talking the mom jeans kind of mom here...but it's pretty close to being that serious. Somewhere in the past few years, I have put away the high heels, and pulled out the sweatpants. Instead of walking around the mall trying to look cute, I now walk around the mall trying not to bang the stroller into everything. Let me give you a little insight on how I came about this life altering realization :) I went to the mall today with my brother's (kid-less) girlfriend today, and quickly realized that I wasn't as "cool" as I thought I was. Don't get me wrong, she is awesome. I'm sure she'll be my sister-in-law someday, and I couldn't have asked for a better pick :) But...she's young, she has the body I had BEFORE two kids, the money to buy the clothes, the free hand to talk on the phone while browsing, and the freedom to eat her lunch and enjoy it :) It started when she came to pick me up (in her cute new car).... Enter me, coming down the hall with a car seat in one hand, and stroller in the other...hitting every inch of the hallway on my way to the living room...I really know how to make an entrance. After I strapped my lil lady in, I grabbed my diaper bag, bottle warming tote, random teething devices and extra baby clothes in case of a spit up accident...and, I was out the door. After I got the baby in the car, I realized I forgot my purse. Yep....my purse. Her purse was all she had to grab...so she was on top of it. After arriving at the mall, and loading up the stroller as if we would be gone for a week, we started shopping. My browsing of the racks was interrupted by the large amount of spit up that came rolling out of my daughters mouth. As if this was the norm, I stopped in the middle of the store to quickly change her into a new outfit, and then went on shopping like nothing ever happened. I quickly realized that all of the clothes that I wanted to buy would look really cute....for Megan. Because she is a size 1, and looks good in the things I used to fit into. Not that I'm jealous or anything. Okay, I'm a little jealous. Skinny jeans just don't work when you're not....skinny. I managed to make it through the rest of the trip without too much baby craziness, and during lunch, we cleaned up the bottle that Sienna knocked over without too much fuss. It was only after I got home and unloaded the child and all her gear, that I realized that I have crossed over to the other side. The side where I sleep with one ear and eye open, prepare an entire meal while using only one hand, and eat standing up. But...I also realized. I love my babies...and I wouldn't trade them for the world. I will however, leave the little one home with Daddy the next time I feel like doing some shopping.