- Smell my own pits to see if I needed to shower, since I wasn't sure if it was yesterday or the day before that I last took one.
- Put my kid's (*clean) cloth diapers riiiight up to my nose and sniffed deeply to see if the wash really was getting the pee smell alllll the way out
- Thought about changing my shirt/pants after being spit up on, and decided it was only a matter of time before it happened again, so I just left them on all day.
- Used a stack of DQ napkins from the glove box instead of nursing pads when I realized I forgot to put some in my shirt before being out and about all day...decided it was better than wet spots on my top!
Norah's ready to dance in her first tutu
Even if she looks a little worried about it, she loves it.
I had my first moment of true parental guilt this week, as well. Norah is now stronger than I would have guessed, and she's getting close to rolling over. I laid her down asleep snuggled into her Boppy pillow in the corner of the arm chair while I went into the kitchen to grab something to eat, and the next thing I knew I heard a thud and that silence before the cry...Norah somehow managed to push herself out of the chair and fell onto the floor. She was totally alright physically, but I was a mess. Matt was home, and scooped her up so that I could collect myself. It's my job to protect her, to make sure that avoidable accidents don't happen, and I know I won't be able to save her from every bonk and bruise, but at 7 weeks old I should be able to do a pretty good job of that! I felt so guilty that the first bonk in her life was something that would have never happened if I'd just put her on the floor, or in the crib/co-sleeper, instead of doing what was convenient and putting her where I'd been sitting. Lesson learned for week 7 - Norah is too strong and too big to leave unattended anywhere at this point unless she's safely buckled in! We're all fine, and I think the one of us with the biggest bruise is me. Welcome to motherhood.