"Is that you that stinks? YAY! It is you! You have stinky butt! MOMMY LOVES STINKY BUTT!"
The explanation, lest you think I'm crazy.
(Has that ship already sailed?)
Digestively, Scarlette has more issues than Sports Illustrated. Most of y'all know this because of all that time you spent praying for poop (again, my neverending thanks). This means that I spend my days obsessively charting all of her eating habits/diaper changes and then taking said charts to all of her doctor visits. What, you thought I spent all day on facebook?
It also means that a few times a week, I find myself measuring out baby prune juice and holding my breath that we don't have a relapse. And apparently losing my mind with happiness when we have success, resulting in the above exclamation.
I seriously can't believe I said that.
I talk aloud to myself all the time, it's just that having Scarlette has changed my typical one-sided conversation of "Where did I leave my keys? Why are my keys in the freezer? Do I want to eat this pint of Ben & Jerry's? Yes, I do."
Now there's a constant stream of chatter that sounds like "What's the matter with Mommy's baby? Do you see that silly birdie? What's that silly birdie saying? Is he saying he wants you to sit nicely in the bouncy seat so that mommy can shower because you threw up all over her? Yes he is! Yes he IS saying that! We don't cry at the sound of the shower running. No we don't. We are HAPPY! We are happy that mommy is getting in the shower! Yay for showers! No! No crying! There's no crying in baseball! Or during mommy's shower time! Fine, I'll leave the shower door open so that you can see me."
Y'all too, right?
**In case you were wondering why the Scarlette pictures have been lacking, it's because she's just discovered her clothes and they are fascinating so all of my photos look like this.
*a quick thanks to those of you who bought the blogging e-book! I hope it makes all your blogging dreams come true 😉
