The Moment When…

The moment when you smell it. Ya moms all know that smell. The one that turns your nose up. Ya, that one. And some get that joyful experience when your kid does it in the same spot everytime.

SB picks my office. While working on the blog she squats down and bam! I smell it. Dang girl!!

So I smelt it and knew a diaper change was in order. But just to make sure; I check. And I instantly feel that warm sensation of “something” on my finger. Gag! No dry heaving. I contained it.

I tell her it’s time for a change and she is so amazing. She walks her cute self into her room. How can you be disgusted at a face like that?!


The Moment When…

The moment when you smell it. It is that smell all parents know. You open the car door and the smell hits you like the realization you locked your keys in the car…in the rain. That slap on the forehead came this morning.

I guess I had been ignoring the faint whisps of rotting something for a while. I brushed it off to a smelly diaper, dirty uniform or the sad, but rare occasion I forget deodorant in the morning. But the sign was there and the hunt was on.
We washed the outside this past weekend. Giving the offender time to bake in the hot summer sun. So when I opened the door Monday morning to get the kids in and off to school my gag sense was in over drive. I ripped every piece of anything out of there I could find. Lucky we don’t keep much in that vehicle and the odor omitted was soonly suffer out. Our culprit- the diaper bag.

I opened it up and immediately knew I found the source. But just to be sure I made Hubs take a wiff too. {evil laugh}.
I went and ripped every thing out expecting to find a dirty diaper, milk (now yogurt) filled sippy cup or dirty baby clothes. But what I found was- I don’t even know. I don’t even care.
I’m just happy it’s out of my car. I used a half a can of Lysol trying to get ride of the smell. At least now it’s all tamed and bonus- the car is clean!

The Moment When…

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.