Mommyhood: It's a Glamorous Life

My new life has officially begun. Nate is off paternity leave and back at work. Therefore, it's all me and the little guy from morning until around five when Nate gets home. As with any new "job" the learning has started immediately. First thing I've learned: Mommyhood is all about the glamor. And yes that statement is loaded with sarcasm. Let me tell you how this morning went.

**WARNING: This story contains bathroom humor. If you don't like it, maybe skip the rest of this post.**

After a relatively great night of sleep (one 3 hour sleep, one 2 hour) I woke up to the now familiar grunting sound. Landon has a little bit of reflux and yadda yadda yadda he grunts and clears his throat a lot when he's been down for a long time.

I promptly picked him up and took him to the living room for a little early morning chat. Well, I don't know if Landon didn't feel like talking or didn't like what I had to say because he responded with projectile spit up.... right in my face. Wonderful. I had thought I would be in the clear since it had been over an hour from his last feeding... Guess not. Also, the funny thing about having a "spitter" is that when they spit it's no skin of their back. So he just continued on like nothing had happened.

After a quick wipe up, I had to laugh. It's just milk, no big whoop. Well, Landon wasn't quite done with his morning "gifts." First stop, spit up. Next stop, blow out.

No more than 3 minutes later a blast of nuclear proportion ripped through the room. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't come running out of their houses. What's more is I not only heard it, but felt it on my thighs. But mommyhood isn't about you, I needed to check Landon's own damage first. Seeing that it was on his leg and somehow on his hand, I quickly picked him up and, waddling (due to what was on my thighs) got him to his changing table. I cleaned his hands and thighs, wiped myself off, ran to the kitchen, grabbed paper towels, and made my way back to Landon in a matter of seconds.

It's funny, this weekend I saw Life As We Know It which was very cute and very appropriate for a new mommy. Anyways, in the movie the joke was made that new parents always need to have paper towels on hand. After this morning, I get it.

After cleaning up the mess and calming down an upset baby (Who could blame the poor little guy?) it was time to feed. One last spit up on mommy and her top and our morning adventure was done.

Those of you who have kids are probably thinking, Been there, done that! And those of you without kids may or may not be rethinking having them in the future. But here's the thing. There is NOTHING in this world I would rather be doing with my time than spending it with this little boy. No job has ever been so gratifying. There may not be glamor, but boy is there joy. You may not believe me now, but just wait. You'll see. Besides, there is nothing a paper towel can't clean up :)

I mean how can you not love this little face?