The wee man and I make a trek to the laundromat today to wash the down comforter (that someone spit up on in the 24-hour period between the last washing (coincidentally, also because of spit up) and me getting the duvet cover on). There were only a few other people there, and one of them was a college guy. Pretty much the whole time we were doing our laundry thing, the guy was on his laptop and listening to music, not really paying attention to anything that was going on (evidenced by the fact that his laundry sat in the dryers for a good 15 minutes after they stopped). That's why I was surprised when he came up to me as I was packing the baby and his crap up to go home and said, "you know, you look like you really enjoy being a mom. You can just tell from the way you're acting with him." I was so shocked I could only stammer out a "thank you" - which I'm not entirely sure is the appropriate response to someone telling you you look like you enjoy being a mom. Despite the fact that it's slightly creepy to think he was apparently watching me the whole time I was there, it was one of those moments that makes me think that, even though I haven't made it all the way to mommy awesomeness yet, I must be doing something right. I like that. A lot.