G$ was snacking while I was making dinner (homemade chicken pot pie--which he loved--I made up the recipe, but let me tell you, it involves crescent rolls. done.) Maggie walks into the kitchen and vomits on the floor.
Griffin asked for a "didder" (sticker) and so I gave him one. cooked. looked down and he was chewing. Um, Griffin did you just eat your sticker? Answer, "yah." I'm an awesome mom.
G had scarfed down dinner. Been really sweet. Learned how to giggle my thighs while I'm standing (he finds this to be hilarious...which makes me laugh. My thighs have been best friends all of these years for THIS moment). We go up to take a bath and he sits on the potty before bath time and so I take his diaper off only to put my hand in shit. Literal shit. When did he shit himself? How did I not notice?
Momhood is gross, my friends. Grosser when your husband is out of town apparently.
|Those dimples are from me.|