It's official.

My child wears more Polo than not. My almost 3 month old is signed up for the Rec's Easter Egg Hunt on Saturday ("Hunting" for Brooke will involve looking around and flailing her arms about. It's really just a photo op with the Easter bunny, let's be honest.) I live in skirts, flip flops, and big white sunglasses in the summer. I have the SUV. I have the house and the successful husband. It's official - I have achieved MOE status. I'm blue & green car antennae ribbons and a Starbucks skinny vanilla latte away from being in it full-blown.

For those unfamiliar with the term, MOE = Mother of Evendale. It's a phrase coined by our group of Evendale friends, a status many of us aspire to. The MOE stereotype is incredibly fitting for so many women in the Village. It's a Soccer Mom to the extreme. Supermom with a Vera Bradley purse, if you will. And yes, Kenny's now a FOE (he'll be full-blown when he starts coaching Brooke's Eager Beavers t-ball team.) So yeah, together we're a MoeFoe (...I crack myself up.)

I realized it yesterday as I was making chocolate chip cookies with a baby on my hip, the 5th load of laundry for the day was tumbling in the dryer, and my kitchen table was adorned with St. Patrick's Day placemats. I looked around and thought, "Wow, I've made it. I'm a MOE." And I love it! (Oh and why chocolate chip cookies? Because I survived my 3rd day of having twins. I'm now babysitting a little boy 3 days a week who is 10 days older than Brooke. I'm crazy, you say? I agree.)

Happy St. Patrick's Day!