My very first Mother's Day approached with great anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what my boys had gotten me. My friends had all gotten rings, necklaces or some other form of jewelry representing the birth of their first child. I got flowers. And not just any flowers, yellow flowers. That probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I am not a fan of yellow....at all. Needless to say, I was slightly disappointed. But, I still had my Mother's Day brunch to look forward to. And it really was a very lovely day. Two days later was my birthday. And with it came my combined Mother's Day/Birthday present. A Kindle!!! The best present ever!
And now onto one of the finer points of motherhood...Diaper changes. The timing my babies had was impeccable. I learned quickly to put a cloth over them as soon as the diaper came off to avoid an unintended shower. But the poop was a whole different matter. I have caught more feces in my hand, with only a wipe between us, then you want to know about. But one story has to be told. It was the middle of the night and Chandler needed a diaper change. It was my turn, so I dutifully stumbled through the motions. I took the dirty diaper off and approached with a wipe. Not quick enough. Chandler farted and sprayed poop across the room. It was everywhere! Everywhere except on him that is. He smiled. I finished changing his diaper and he went back to sleep while I did my best to clean that mess up by flashlight. I was still finding spots I had missed a week later!
Why do they offer swim lessons for babies at 6 months of age? Because suckers like me will pay for them. Don't get me wrong, it was fun for the whole family, but they did not learn how to swim. At best, I hope we gave them a nice introduction to the water. And, of course we will always have the pictures. I have made many mistakes as a parent, and will make many more, but not taking enough pictures is not one of them.
ahh the fart poop, been there and done that!
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