The Spit-Up Chronicles

I fed the babe, this morning, after getting ready for my day because she slept in a bit. A regular occurrence, but still lovely. After eating like she thought she was dying of starvation, she puked all over me. And not just a little bit. It was all over my shoulder, my arm, and filled my lap. Also, a regular occurrence...but it usually happens before I'm all dressed and ready for my day, so I don't mind changing, but as I mentioned previously, I was already dressed.

So I wiped up what I could, and then found myself spraying pet odor destroyer on my now sour smelling pretty blue shirt and capri yoga pants, the perfect staying at home summer outfit, because I didn't want to change. It did help some...but it still smells kinda icky. I guess I'll just spray more on.

Then after I got that ordeal cleaned up, I set the babe on my hip facing out...she hurled some more as I turned around. I heard it hit the floor, but I still haven't found it. It just disappeared. I'm sure I'll find it somewhere after it's already dried and crunchy.

On a more regular basis than I'm comfortable with discussing, when the babe burps, the dogs come running because they KNOW that it will take me a couple seconds to reach the spit up that inevitably lands on the floor...so they get the clean up privileges. Nasty, I know. I just gagged writing about it.

Then you have the spit up that seeps into the chubby baby's neck rolls, and the only reason you find it (hours later) is because it smells so horrific.

How can a baby so adorable smell so terrible?

So gross. The worst is knowing your baby threw up, a lot, and not being able to find it...then finding it later, when you're out and about, of course, stuck to the back of your shirt. Why? No really...WHY???

I'm thoroughly convinced that babies are cute and all that because if they weren't, human population would pretty much just die off.

Babies are gross pooping, puking, peeing messes. But they're so freaking cute nobody cares too much. Well that's a lie. Some people care a whole lot...but not me.

I'm almost embarrassed to say that I live for this. The cute, puking, adorable, pooping, peeing, heart melting mess of babies. Almost embarrassed, but not quite.