You know you're a mom when....
Lincoln calls to me from the back seat to hold "this" for me. I, without hesitation, put my hand back to take whatever he has to give me (thinking the whole time it's a toy) and he slaps down a huge bugger in my hand. Sweet.
You are so used to using the bathroom with the door open you do it with company over and don't realize it until your mid-stream. Luckily the company made no attempts to come in that general direction while I finished up.
When you go to the store to buy size 6 slims...no not for me (I wish) but for my every growing son, Colby that has a bottomless pit of a stomach and remains the skinniest kid around.
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