The metamorphosis is nearly complete

Take two recent grad school graduates living in the hip part of town. Insert child. Insert house in the burbs. Insert second child. Insert stay-at-home-motherhood. Insert MINIVAN. Yes, yes, all we need now is an unhealthy pride in our lawn and an unnaturally cheery smile and we'll be indistinguishable from the rest of the suburbanites. The most frightening part? I'm am so freaking excited to get the minivan that I want to bake the car makers some brownies or something.