We have had some pretty busy, amazingly funny and cuddly times since #2 was born. And might as well throw ‘tired as hell’ in there too.
For me – well I perpetually smell like baby puke/spit up/old milk. My first was a puker. And I’ve been blessed with a second puker as well. When I put on a freshly washed pair of shorts. Puke finds them. When I make the choice to actually wash my hair (not very often), puke finds those freshly washed strands. I get about 10 minutes of smelling like a normal person. I do hope a bit of that fresh baby smell rubs off on me though.
Come to think of it, husband came home the other day and gave me a hug and said that I smell like a mixture of that beautiful baby smell mixed with stale puke. Not sure if that quite says romance.
For the 2 1/2 year old little N:
- Toddlers just get funnier and funnier with age. Her favourite thing this week is the garbage truck. She claims the garbage truck is her favourite toy and wants to go find the truck so we can wave at the garbage men.