|"I am going to be sooo embarrassed by this blog post when I'm fifteen ... "|
Having a baby boy makes diaper changing verrrry interesting.
The third or fourth time I changed Baby Munchkin at home, I turned away for two seconds and realized I had a fountain spewing from the changing table all over the carpet. Since we're renters, I panicked and tried to catch it. With my entire upper body. Including my face.
Baby T: 1
|"oopsie ... was your mouth open, mom? |
my bad .... "
Yes, he did. All over my lap. BEFORE I had to go get groceries in Wal-Mart. People looked at me funny. And it was too hard to explain the real story, so I just pretended I had escaped from a mental hospital.
Not really. But that would have been. EPIC.
Baby T: 2
The other day, Baby Munchkin peed on me again. While I was at work (I take him with me to my part-time job). And I didn't realize it until I went to the bank and noticed my leg felt kinda weird.
The worst part? I was wearing khakis. KHAKIS.
|"got her again! high-five my baby homies! WUT!"|
And finally, remember when an older, wiser person told you your bladder would go to sh*t after giving birth?
I have become that older, wiser person.
I took up running, you see. And running plus a post-baby bladder (and forgetting to do Kegels) DO NOT MIX. Trust me on this.
Baby T: 4
I was just extremely thankful I had a pair of warm-up pants to put on for the walk home. Because nobody would believe the mental hospital routine in a town as small as mine ...
Or maybe they would ...
T Dubbs FTW.