Babies. You kind of expect the crying and midnight feedings, constant diaper changes, and endless laundry. Although we're not friends, I'm becoming very familiar with "soggy bra syndrome." But last night takes the cake. I fed the baby and he fell asleep on my shoulder. I gently laid him down to change his diaper. And then it happened. He spit up volumes all over his clothes. And my clothes. And his blanket. And my sheets. And my pillow. (And you know how much I love my pillow). Did I mention it was four o'clock in the morning? Then he looks up at me with this goofy little grin as if to say "Gotcha!" And I thought to myself as I painfully smiled back, "It's a good thing they come so darn cute!"
To see my little cuties check out the kids' blog.
1 year ago