December 5, 2006

Officially a Mommy

Posted in Buggle Bite, Parenting at 9:20 pm by Momma

Warning reading the following post may be hazardous to your health and mental well being if you are in any way offended by the words: boob, poop or bra. If so, do not read ahead! Do not pass go, and for crying out loud don’t post a comment like this: “I can’t believe you wrote about your boobs, and your kids’ poop, gross!” Are we clear? Okay then…

Anyway, today when I came home to feed the Buggle I whipped out my, here it comes, boob and noticed that I managed to go the past four hours with my anti-Victoria’s Secret nursing, brace yourself, bra unsnapped. So pretty much I was literally “hanging out.” The girls are seen in a new light these days! The Victoria Secret sexy lingerie days are long gone, sorry Daddy! It’s all about functionality and satisfying the Buggle’s demands! And modesty, well obviously if you are reading this–it’s out the window!

Rewind a few days. I threw on a pair of clean pants for a quick trip to the grocery store. Then I came home and fed the Buggle, and like he so frequently does he, wait for it, pooped. Not the little baby poop, the giant up the back, through the side of his diaper and onesie, and down his leg–“NOT ITpoop. A poop that every mother who is reading this can relate to. Not only did the poop migrate on to the boppy pillow and glider ottoman, but also on to Mommy’s new clean pants. Good times! Of course after a long night and normal bedtime routine, Mommy forgot about the little present that was left on her pants and went to bed. Only to wake up the next morning, rush around and throw on my, oh they’re still clean I just wore them to the store pants back on and headed out the door to work. I am ashamed to say that I went the entire day wearing these ‘clean pants’ only to notice the evidence right before bedtime! Ecoli anyone?

What do these two stories have in common, except a lack of self disclosure? Neither time was I at all grossed out, or at all concerned with my current predicament. Before the Buggle the, okay last time, boob thing would have had me all bent out of shape, and the poop situation would have made me dry heave for hours all the while in the shower scrubbing my skin raw with five different kinds of soap! Now it’s just another day in the Gould household!

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1 Comment »

  1. Auntie Manda said,

    It’s amazing what parenthood allows you to tolerate. It gets better… 🙂


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