In the course of about 2 hours I was spit up on, and peed on. About an hour after the spit up I discovered some of it on my shirt that I’d missed when I cleaned myself up before. Gross. I told Ben this must mean I am officially a mom.
On the bright side, I get to hang out with this sweet little guy all day long.
One of my “I’m a mom” moments was discovering a section of my hair that was clumped together and realizing it was dried spit up. Eww