I don’t share much from other blogs, however this is slightly different. At one time both mrsmissioncontrol and I served on the same MOPS steering team and grew our friendship along the way.
I have been irritated by the old MOPS blog and site because A) it was out of date and B) the blog theme was from three themes ago! Totally annoying! So I’m excited they have finally updated things at MOPS.org
The moment when you realize it’s not just baby drool that landed on your arm. It’s copious amounts of baby poop.
SB was VERY hungry at the Mexican restaurant last night. She ate a serving of rice and a double portion of beans and a tomato. Which apparently made its return this morning in the form of nasty smelling poo.
Just imagine opening the nursery door and seeing a happy and smiling baby eager to see you and play. You lift her up and then pull her close giving her smooches and then you feel it; a wet sensation on your arm. You brush the feeling out of your mind. You’ve had three kids, a little drool is nothing to scoff at. And proceed to change and dress said happy smiling baby. And then the smell hits you. Like a smack in the face. Or in the case, a smack of poop hitting you ok the arm. As I looked down I saw the tomatoes… from last night. Insert loud high pitched girly screaming and you have my reaction.
And there you have it. My Friday morning. Seems these “The Moment When…” posts are becoming a regular thing. Hope you enjoy me sacrificing my perfect picture of mommydom to giving you all too realistic episodes of how real mommies live.