After two weeks of snot, mucus and some "loose" diapers I didn't really think it could get much worse.
That is, until tonight when Connor threw up on me....
He's spit up on me before, but this wasn't spit up. It was full fledged puke and required a load of laundy, a shower for me and a bath for him. Of course he started laughing right when it happened, which actually made me laugh, too, because honestly what else was I going to do?? The poor little guy couldn't help it and I'm glad he burst out laughing rather then crying.
So anyway, eleven months into this Mommy thing and I've been puked on and lived to tell the tale. I knew this day would come at some point and on the plus side, it makes the snot seem like a breeze.