I don't know about anyone else, but I still have a hard time thinking of myself as a "grown-up." Seeing other thirty-somethings with multiple kids, I never doubt their right to be considered "adult," but I don't classify myself with them. I even find myself thinking of them as older than me and sometimes wonder if I am really old enough to be making such decisions that I have to make, shouldn't there be someone else I need to ask? The fact of the matter is that I still consider my place to be at the children's table and oddly enough, I often am there anyway.

So, for that lingering doubt I have decided to compile a list. A "you might be a parent if..." list, although really, by this point it should be pretty obvious.

You might be a parent if...

...You have pleaded "please, throw the monkey and not the kaleidoscope."
...Getting the children seated for supper all with clean diapers gives you a sense of accomplishment.
...You have ever left a spilled snack on the floor in hopes that another sibling will come along and decide to eat it.
...While watching in the rear-view mirror your child throwing up in the back seat, you offer "well, try to keep it in your lap," and keep on driving.
...You've ever looked at your hands and pondered the "poop or chocolate?" question while really hoping it's chocolate because you could use some.
...You've ever felt it necessary to yell, "No! The cat is not a horse!"
...Or "Please, don't play the piano with the pumpkins."
...you have ever found a latched Rubbermaid tote filled half full with Ertl toys and half full of kittens.
...you've ever felt a need to yell,"No, it's not time to be naked!"
...if you've ever had to sweep one child and his puzzles out of the way so another child could use the toilet to puke in.
...if someone comes to you asking for a band-aid, you offer them a pompom, and they go away happy.

And the list goes on...