Most days, I make an effort to shower, get out of my sweats, and put on at least a little bit of make-up. Even if I'm not going to leave the house, I like to avoid feeling totally frumpy.
And then there are days like today, when I wonder why I even bother. I've been spit-up on. Drooled on. I've had a nose wiped on my shirt. And then there was the poop blowout to end all blowouts.
Having heard the sounds that came out of his tiny body, I was anticipating a nasty little surprise when I went to change him, but I wasn't prepared for this. There was poop on his foot. On his thighs. On his arm. Even in his armpit!
And still, I don't miss the high heels and business suits.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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4 comments:
Heeheehee- you paint quite a picture. That is a talented little guy!
Wow, that is an impressive blow-out! Lexi had one today that went all up her back but nothing like that! And I don't know why I bother either. She spits up so much that all of my clothes and my bras are stained by baby spit. I agree that right now I would rather be displaying her bodily functions on my sweats than wearing high heels. :)
I used to love when I would put on a shirt from the previous day that I thought was still clean. And then I'd notice the smell of spit up wafting up from my shoulder. Nothing like the smell of day old spit up. Or new spit up, for that matter. :)
And oh, the poop explosions. It's amazing that someone so small can create something so LARGE. The poop takes on a life of its own, and really does go everywhere. Jacob & Alex should get a kick out of seeing that after Will arrives in a few months!
Aaah! I hate the foot-in-poops.
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