I am that mom.
It's official. Expect me to begin to make cupcakes for school birthdays and harass teachers at Back to School Night. Look for portraits of my family in color-coordinated outfits.
How do I know I've gone over the edge?
I just wrote the Dreaded Holiday Letter and I'm working on holiday cards right now.
In my defense, I never sent birth announcements, so this letter is serving as that... an update for people about the state of my family and a picture of Little Man and Soybean to boot.
Does that make it less lame?