P spit up ALL over herself this AM during tummy time. Yes, I am insitant on tummy time — even at 2 weeks. C couldn’t pull his head up off the floor til’ he was like 4 months — so neck muscles is something near and dear to my heart. I’m talking all over, and because she was on her tummy it got in her eyes, her hair her ears… yummiola. Felt pretty bad for the little chick. However, she did get a new outfit. It’s so weird, she NEVER spits up and then all the sudden she’ll do something GIANT. That’s my girl — when she does it, she does it big.
However, I took care of it, pretty-well by myself, and I got C to school, even with a lunch, and frankly I just was proud of myself for doing the simple things. Drew is never home in the AM’s and I am pretty afraid of getting the 3 out the door on my own — so this was pretty big for me. I knew I could handle my life.
You look back on your first baby and wonder why it was so difficult. I mean, it IS — it’s AWFULLY difficult, much more difficult than having 3 at this point, but yeesh — if only I knew I was having it so easy just having one little person to deal with. I’m sure plenty of you with 10 kids are reading this blog and laughing at me trying to get my 3 ready for the day, but laugh away. And then send me some sleep.