I'm Such A Mom

My husband and I still look at each other sometimes and say, "Can you believe we have a daughter?" It happens at least once a week. She's nearly seven months old, but I swear she still smells new. Lately, I've been having a lot of these internal realizations I'm a mom. Realizations stop me dead in my tracks and make me think, "I'm such a mom."

Tonight, for example, a part fell off the dishwasher. I spent the next 15 minutes having a private panic attack thinking I'd have to wash all those bottles by hand.

My 7-month-old has a yearbook. Her teachers at school (I call it school to take the edge off the guilt) took some pictures of all the kids in her class and made a book. I promptly ordered one to the tune of $60, which my husband says is "egregious." I told him he'll really appreciate these pictures several years from now. His response? "That's what my dad told me about my letterman jacket and class ring. And, I'll be honest with you. I haven't been thankful for either of those."

My past two evenings have been spent at parenting classes. One was for a music class we enrolled baby girl in, which as you can imagine is the cutest thing ever. I've spent the past week learning all the words to Hush Little Baby and Pop Goes the Weasel.

Other things that hit me recently:

1) I've never cooked in my life, and I'm making homeade baby food.

2) I have a lactation consultant in my phone "favorites."

3) I bought her Halloween costume - a baby unicorn - in August at a consignment sale. 1) It was the best purchase I've ever made, and 2) I have been planning how I'm going to wash it without ruining it ever since.

4) I found a $20 in my pocket and immediately thought about what cute baby item I could buy.

5) The best compliment I've ever received was when my husband told me our daughter was lucky to have me as her mom.