Just wanted to give everyone a quick update on my little nugget-faces:
So, here is the latest with Chase, my five year old nugget-
Yesterday, I walked into my room and saw something disturbing. My five year old was on my bed (okay, not so
disturbing so far), kneeling with his head poped forward, mouth open chomping
on floating dust that was dancing in a sunbeam, shining through an opening in
the curtains.
I mean, kid, I get it.
I’m not Betty F-ing Crocker, nor will I ever be, but I could totally pop a waffle in the
toaster for you, so you don’t have to literally feast on filth.
After I have observed as much as I could stand of this, I asked Chase what he was doing.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “What, I’m hungry.”
I literally turned around, walked out the door and closed it
behind me. Hoping that maybe, I was confused on what he was doing. But no, I wasn't.
My newest nugget, Ryder, is 3 months old already and is the happiest, most round,
babbling baby you will ever meet.
This morning I was nursing my little nugget and looked down at my
baby eating, fully expecting to see my little ray of sunshine smiling back at
me as a simple, “Thank you” for being his personal milk vending machine 24/7. Instead what I saw was my boob smeared full of
boogers that were still semi connected to his nose. There are many things I have wanted for my chest, you know, like to finally
fit into a size 32A cup or to not be jealous of the chest of any, and all, 13
year old boys. But I guess we all can’t
get what we want. Not only have I never
been able to fully fill out a training bra, now that I finally have a bit of a
chest (thanks breastfeeding), I get a chest full of boogers. #momlife
#nothinggrossesmeoutanymore
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