I think I have puke in my hair.

I've reached another "mom" milestone tonight. I think I have baby puke in my hair right now.

Some of the earlier milestones I (and millions of mothers before me) have reached include wiping excess baby snot on my jeans because the kleenex were out of reach and scrubbing poop out of an undershirt in the bathroom sink. Tonight I have been puked on twice. It's a big night!

To tell you the truth, I'm not sure where the smell is coming from. The vomit-in-question might be on my pyjamas. But it's 12:30 in the morning and I don't think I should "blow my pyjama wad" just yet. I'd better save the other pair for when I'm sure the coast is clear of additional "pukie", as I'm now affectionally calling it.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That sound you hear is my husband puking his guts out in the other bathroom. Poor guy is worse off than the baby right now. I can only hope that tomorrow brings better things.

Happy Mother's Day!

Little Miss Stands-a-lot

It's a double-edged sword, really. You want your baby to grow and develop and learn lots of new things. You read about the "milestones" in all the books and feel proud and relieved as your child reaches each one. "She's normal!" you think to yourself. And if they reach a milestone a little earlier than average, you think, "oh my god, she's sooo gifted!" and want to brag about it.

But once your baby has mastered a new skill, you also secretly wish that they hadn't. Take standing for instance. What a great milestone! Kaylin learned to pull herself up to a standing position last week and we're so excited about it! Yayyy, she can stand! Yayy, she can see the room from a whole new vantage point! Yayyy....oh wait, she can also reach things we've left on top of chairs and tables. Oh wait, she can grab the remote control and spit all over it. Oh wait, she can stand up in her crib and, if she had a pole-vault pole, jump over the side!

Needless to say I've discovered a new state of mommy-alertness while Kaylin is roaming the house. I now know that silence is deadly; if I don't hear her chattering away or banging toys around I know something is up. (Like the time I found her standing on the second stair with a bottle of shampoo in her mouth.)

I guess you can't stop progress, or child development in this case. You can only stand by and watch...and put up five different baby gates...and remove anything from the room that isn't tied down...and cover all hard floor surfaces with blankets and pillows in case they fall...and never let them out of your sight, even to go to the bathroom, so you have to hold it all day until daddy gets home.....

Happy Mother's Day to new and not-so-new moms everywhere!