"You're such a mom right now."

This morning I was dog sitting for a friend. The dog, DeeOGee (yes, its the word dog spelled out and turned into a name) is really a good ol chap. He listens well, likes to cuddle, he's mild-mannered and has an overall sweet disposition. I was in the bathroom with ZJ getting ready for the day and noticed that DeeOGee wasn't near by. I heard some licking of the chops in another room, but thought he was just self-grooming again. I walked into ZJ's room to find that her trash can had been turned over, the poopy wipes that were in it had been chewed up some and here's the good part: the massive amount of poo that stained her dipe was missing. As in DeeOGee ate it. The dog ate all of her poo! Disgusting. Vile. Repulsive. Such a dog thing to do.

Then, as ZJ and I headed down the alley to run some errands in town, I looked down at my shirt to find fresh vomit on it. Not a lot, but enough to notice. I ran back in the house, wet the stained area down with a rag and went on with our walk. I figured the heat and the sun on our walk would dry the wet spot by the time I got to a store. I was right, there wasn't a trace of that breastmilk left on my shirt at all!

Two days ago it was a while after I had been chatting in the backyard with two girls I hope to become better acquainted with that I noticed I had a sizeable amount of hair out of place. Not from wind, not from the normal movements of my body, but from a little girl's drooly fists pawing at my quaff. That misplaced bit of hair was not only tossled, but nearly stiff and sticking straight out, I think some of the spinach dinner was mixed into said little girl's drooly fist.

When I called Blinn to tell him about the dog ordeal this morning he laughed and said "You're such a mom right now." and I had to laugh too. There I was, pushing a babe in a stroller with her vomit on my shirt and I had just dealt with two other "kids" and their shenanigans. I might not be all that glamorous these days and my daily rhythm consists of things baby girl related, but I'm loving it. I don't want to be anywhere else with anyone else doing anything else. I get to stay home with my child every single day and watch her grow and explore the world. I'm incredibly blessed and so thankful for a husband that works to allow me to raise our child as a full time job. Life is good.