I looked up the definition of love today. It was a bit longer than I had expected. Apparently, love is: when your baby is crying when she should be napping (that's nothing new, so you leave her for a while) and you finally check on her and she is standing there with her diaper off (silly mommy, it's your fault for putting her to bed in only a diaper!) and a HUGE blowout poop is covering the bottom of her crib and approximately 90% of her body, including her entire face, and you try to put her immediately into the bath but she's crying her head off and you realize it's probably because she has the taste of poop in her mouth so you take her out of the bath and nurse her on the bathroom floor so that she can get the taste out of her mouth, while all the while she is pawing you with her poop hands and nudging you with her poop feet. Then you put her back in the bath and clean her up...SCRUB the daylights of out of her...and then clean her crib with vinegar and water spray...SCRUB the daylights of of it...and now you have a very clean crib and a very clean baby who smells like baby wash and perfection. That, apparently, is the definition of love. Who knew?
3 comments:
wow- what a day. that is love...
Oh my goodness! That is love! Thanks for the insight...it will make me feel better when it happens here one day :)
Oh wow that is priceless! And hilarious. And it is like you are in my head writing that story - only my version was with puke. And the same, "oh she's jut crying because she's tired. I'll check in 5 more minutes..."
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