- First time going to church with unwashed hair and unshaven legs... check
- First time having random milk letdown in public... check check
- First time experiencing stitches in a place where there should never ever be stitching....triple check
So as you can see Im no pansy. Ive seen the nitty gritty. Ive lived to tell the tale.
I profess: projectile repeated vomit spewing from the mouth of a very sick toddler, splattering on things near and far, high and low...can humble even me. It was so shocking! One minute we are there spending a little quality mother/daughter yo gabba gabba time - and the next thing I know Im holding a wet crying child with vomit running down my arms and pant legs.
Another parenting milestone reached. The beauty of it is, by the third heave we somehow made it to the kitchen sink. Just in time for her to rub her chubby hands together covered in regurgitated curdled milk and say "gucky"! Yes. Gucky indeed Brigitte. And did I mention I have a deathly head cold? It makes my mom reflexes even slower than normal. So instead of catching the puke with a blanket, bucket, or towel, I end up just extending my arms in time to get them coated. As if they could absorb anything.
3 loads of laundry down.... potentially millions to go. Sanity. Cleanliness. Sleep. I miss you.