Bodily Functions

G puked in my mouth.

It started off so innocently. She was sleepy, and I was cradling her in my loving arms, looking into those pretty eyes. I bent over to kiss her, something I frequently do because she is so darn kissable. And she ups and pukes and it goes into my mouth.

I was fully expecting this to happen one day, but not in this way. I was picturing it happening when I lifted her above my head or something like that, but nope. We have a weird baby and she decided to do it in her own special way.

Earlier today I was trying to get her to take a nap in my bed with me, an irregular occurrence as we don't want to encourage the habit. I spread out her receiving blanky, put her down and I snuggled in under the covers with her. She refused to sleep. She thrashed and kicked and whined and eventually after about thirty minutes of this I gave up any hope of catching a nap. I propped her up against B's pillow and put on my movie and played with her. While responding to a text on my ipod I realized she was quiet. Too quiet. I looked over and she was grunting her little bottom off, turning beat red and obviously pooping. The instant she was done dropping her load, she shut her eyes and fell asleep. Timing is not this kid's forte, people.

Hopefully she learns to get this stuff under control soon or I feel like I'll never be wearing clean clothes again. Everything I own gets puked, peed and drooled on. I'll put on a sweater before going out, and halfway out the door suddenly realize that there's a huge drool mark on the shoulder. B, meanwhile, never gets a drop of anything on him. G saves it all for her Mama. If it means she loves me though, I'll take it.

That's it for today. It wasn't a great day, and even G's smiles after puking in my mouth didn't cheer me up too much. Here's to a better tomorrow.