"I am going to be sooo embarrassed by this blog post when I'm fifteen ... " |
LUCKY YOU!
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
Mommy: 0
"oopsie ... was your mouth open, mom? my bad .... " |

Not really. But that would have been. EPIC.
Baby T: 2
Mommy: 0
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.
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"got her again! high-five my baby homies! WUT!" |
Mommy: 0
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
Mommy: 0
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.
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"gotcha" |
Caiti
ROFL.
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