Like many other women, I’m slowing turning into my mother. And that’s not a bad thing, I just find it funny. For example:

• I own a zippered robe. This is one of my mom’s trademarks. There hasn’t been a mother’s day, birthday or Christmas in the past 20 years where my mom hasn’t asked for a zippered robe. And I think my sister has one now too.
• Sometimes I make Chris carry my purse/diaper bag. My mom’s purse must weigh 50 lbs. And if you are out shopping with her and she gets tired, she might just ask you to carry it for her. Normally I travel light, but with a baby it’s hard to do that. And my diaper bag does get heavy.
• When everyone else is ready to leave a restaurant, we can’t because my mom says, “I’m finishing my drink.” I do this now too.
• You pull into a parking space at a store or restaurant and it always takes my mom a few minutes longer to get out of the car because she’s touching up her lipstick. Yeah, I started doing this one.
• I bought a nice terry cloth lined shower cap the other day. My mom has thick, curly hair and doesn’t need to wash her hair everyday like I do and uses a shower cap so her hair doesn’t get wet. Since I’m home with Daphne I don’t always take the time to wash and dry my hair everyday and really liked my mom’s shower cap when we were home over Christmas.

Love you Mom!!

A side note to my sister, Lauren, if she reads this before I can call her later: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Do I need to send you a shower cap to coordinate with your zippered robe, or do you have one?