So... newborns. Newborns. Newborns. They are very cute, very cuddly, very gassy, and they poop- A LOT! At least mine does (and my other one did too.) I don't know how I forgot about the explosions. But man they are brutal. There is nothing more gross then cleaning poop off the back of your baby who just exploded in her diaper... WAIT there is something more gross. It is when they manage to explode on you while you are holding them. No bueno! I am going to relive this moment for you today because if I wasn't involved it might be funny.
So Stella is playing with her mega blocks while I am holding Gracie. I keep making Gracie clap for each new thing Stella shows us that she just built. In the midst of clapping I realized Gracie was pooping. I didn't think anything of it because shit happens- right?! So I waited about 5 minutes before I decided I was going to change her because I wanted to make sure she was done. Well... she was definitely done. I pulled her off of me and I had it on my shirt, my foot, all over my shorts, and upper leg. HOW IN THE HELL DID I NOT NOTICE THIS?! So in typical Sarah fashion I screamed, quickly put Gracie down, called D, and ran around the kitchen like a batshit crazy lunatic. Stella in the mean time was screaming up the stairs "D, D, D get down here now!" (D was not home by the way.)
LUCKILY for me (prob not D) he was within minutes of being home. Praise baby Jesus! By that time I was prob an 8.5 (10 being the worst) on the batshit crazy scale. He walked through the door and I was 1/2 way in the sink cleaning my leg off, Stella was on my other leg- laughing, and Gracie was 100% content laying in her bouncer (with a towel wrapped around her.) Literally the only one who was close to tears was me. I am such a girl when it comes to anything gross looking, gross smelling, and anything just plain gross. I can't handle it. My conclusion to this madness is- I think Gracie felt I needed a re-initiating into motherhood. Let's consider me re-initiated! Thanks Gracie =)
Great times in this house! PS- I forgot to mention D didn't stop laughing at me- apparently I provide great entertainment for him. I must mention I love that my husband is soooooo chill. We are def a great combo!
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