Wednesday, October 17, 2012

boys rule, girls drooool...

 
 
 
 
This girl does anyway! Elara is a drooler. Zachary was whenever he was teething, but besides a little spit up, he wasn't much of a drooler. His little sister is a different story. When you carry her in the football hold, she leaves a trail of drool running down your arm and dripping onto the floor. My shoulder is perpetually soggy, and she soaks through onesies as fast as you can change her clothes. I've had to start putting her in a bib to keep us dry...or at least try to. 

There's nothing like being a new mom. You walk around in a perpetual state of...new momness. You're covered in bodily fluids, lucky to have showered in the last week, and you're too tired to even notice, let alone care. Food is something to quickly shovel in when you get a brief respite from the eat, poop, sleep, repeat. Snickers count as breakfast food, right? 

It's easy to forget what those first few weeks are like, just long enough to find yourself pregnant again. Then you remember, and you're terrified. Because you know you're going to be up all night, wearing a hole in the carpet, and wishing you'd put ear plugs on your registry. And now you also have a toddler waking you up at 7am for waffles and sausages. Lucky you!

So come on, what's a little drool?

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