Monday, April 26, 2010

The Schwartz's vs the Nast (noun form of nasty)

The following is not for the faint of heart, or stomach.

Being a mom is pretty darn gross.  I mean, it only starts with how disgusting labor is.  Then you get peed on for the first time.  You think that's bad.  Until you get pooped on for the first time.  This was definitely accompanied by lots of screaming for help.  But I handled it.

One thing I can't handle though is vomit.  I can talk about poop all day, as many of you have unfortunately discovered.  But bring up a little vomit, pun intended, and I'm out.  Someone brought their baby up to work once (before I had considered having one) and he spit up a little, I about wretched and immediately went into my classroom.

So that being said, I have done really well when Sarah has spit up on me.  I've calmly wiped it up with anything near by, including my shirt if necessary.  And then cleaned and changed both of us.  Then there was today.  Dun dun duuuuuuunnnnnnnnn.

We burped.  She seemed good.  And that's where I made the big mistake.  She likes to be lifted in the air and come down for a kiss landing.  Chris warned me not to do that so soon after she ate.  And then it happened.  Oh you know what I mean.  I was covered face to waist.  It was bad.  So bad, we had to set up the camera and the self timer and document this.

But, you know what.  Even covered in barf, I still love being a mom.


  1. At least she didn't get it in your mouth!

  2. Elsie Tate boots all the time, I will take that over getting poop on me anyday.