Flash back to a beautiful south Florida morning. Sunshine, warm weather, happy baby. Yep things were going smooth. After I woke my chunky P up from her morning nap, we took a jog around the block. Afterwards, I fed her a bottle and enjoyed my protein shake. (We had previously been giving her prunes and a bottle at night because she has been constipated. We also halted the banana cereal.) well my friends, prunes are indeed the miracle workers of the digestive tract.
I decided after her bottle that I would go up stairs and take a shower. When I do this, I place her in her walker in the bathroom so that I can keep and eye on her except, we never even made it to the stairs before the storm started. First, it was a beautiful array of milky white spit up. It looked so pretty mixed on her onesie and the smell mixed perfectly with my sweaty running clothes. All streaming down my legs and the tile floor in the kitchen and the first two steps to our stairs. Chunk looked like she felt better. So we proceeded up the stairs, without clean up, (I'll get to it later.) where I decided we'd both take a bath. I placed her down on the floor, stripped her clothes, mine as well, filled her bath tub and we both got into the shower. (her tub sits on my shower stall floor.) Things are going great. I'm now clean, she's almost clean, happy splashing about, when I spy with my little eye something float by in the tub water. 😣
Yep, little bits of baby poo are sailing by like boats in her tub. I sigh, take her out, dump the tub, spray it out and refill with fresh water. Finally, after we are both clean we step out of the shower stall. I placed her on my bath mat, get dressed, and then dress her with the clean clothes I had already in the bathroom."I won! hahaha!" I thought. Then I picked her up and she spits up all down mine and her shirt. That my friends was when I gave up. We wore her gifts of bodily fluids with pride the rest of the day. I embraced that spit up perfume like it was my life jacket and I had been thrown over board to the sea.
So I guess the lesson today my friends is to laugh at what you can and enjoy the smelly things in life. For if we didn't have bad smells, we'd never fully appreciate the good ones. Stop and smell the roses and the garbage too!
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