I knew this day would come, I'm so proud. My first baby-shit blog post - does this make me a mommy blogger? I always thought the whole mommy blogger crowd was so laaamme and look at me now, throwing up baby pictures and talking poo and begging other mom's for advice. Ah well, shit happens.
Last night after feeding and changing the newly happy baby I decided to celebrate by surprising my husband with a little extra curricular activity. After placing her in the crib I turned to my husband and gave him my best hey-you-come-hither eyebrow wiggle look, and was surprised to receive not a horny husband jumping out of his clothes but a husband looking at me like I was gross.
Gross indeed, I had shit running down the front of my shirt. SHIT ON MY SHIRT like a big ole runny blob of ketchup, but poo.
I don't even know HOW I got shit down the front of me but Daisy was clean as a whistle so ah well.
My husband? He got over it. He's not so stupid to turn down gettin some good stuff over a little matter of baby shit, the shirt had to come off anyways. Smart man.
What a proud moment.