You know in the movies when you have a guy who is trying to take care of a baby and everything goes wrong, the diaper loses its adhesive straps and there is not another diaper to be found for miles, the baby keeps crying and crying and there is no soothing it, or my favorite, when the baby sends projectile spit-up right in the poor schmuck's face. Now, I know all of you are thinking, "Lisa, that is gross. Why would that be your favortie part?"
Well. Here's the answer. It happened to me this morning at 4:30 am.
Oh yeah. The grossest thing ever! A shower could not come quick enough. Unfortunately, I had to finish feeding the baby and get her to actually fall asleep (not an easy task) before I could follow through on that one.
But really? Gross.
1 year ago
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