The last 4 months have been the happiest, fastest and grossest months of my life.
When Jett was about 3 or 4 weeks old I finally had my first "Mom" moment. We were having lifegroup at our house and half way through the group I had to use the bathroom. As I was leaving the bathroom I caught a quick glance of myself in the mirror and stopped dead in my tracks. I was horrified! When I got up closer to the mirror I noticed that my blue shirt was coated in dried spit-up and I also had remnants of a blow-out from MUCH earlier in the day on me!! Not to mention my hair was all crazy in a ponytail. I had been so focused on getting the house clean while keeping Jett fed and clean that I had completely forgotten to look at myself. I've never been the type of girl who puts that much thought into my hair or make-up when I go out in public but my appearance that night was absolutely ridiculous. It was at that moment looking in the mirror with Jetts puke and poop on me that I realized, "I'm a Mom."
I do have to say that Clayton got it pretty darn bad when Jett was 5 weeks old. We were headed home from Iowa and were stopped in Kansas at a Starbucks. Clayton was feeding Jett inside Starbucks while I used the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom I could see Clayton from across the room and he had this weird look on his face. When I get up close to him he whispers, "Jett just pooped all over me." At first I thought, it cant be that bad but oh my goodness, it was running down Clayton's shirt onto his shorts. We very carefully took Jett into the womens bathroom and while I cleaned Jett up, Clayton was scrubbing poop off his clothes. That was a mess.
Last night as I was getting ready for lifegroup I picked Jett up out of his highchair to get him dressed only to have him puke in my hair and all down my back. I cleaned it up best I could but when Clayton got home from work, he bent down to give me a hug only to pull back- he had put his hand in the wet spot on my back.
This morning as I was feeding Jett his cereal, I scratched my neck and ended up peeling off a dried booger that Jett somehow deposited on me when I got him out of his crib.
I was not prepared for all the grossness Moms have to deal with!
I wouldn't trade Baby Jett for anything- grossness and all!!
