You know you're a mom when there is urine in the console of your mini van.
Yesterday, sitting in the van in the Target parking lot, nursing the baby, the toddler climbs up onto the console between the front seats. She then proceeds to fall off backwards onto the floor. As she is falling I notice a huge puddle on the console. Her pull up had leaked, soaking her dress, and dripping down her legs as she stood up.
I tell the toddler to get a baby wipe and clean up the pee. She does and then wipes her face with the same wipe that she just used to clean up pee.
I finished nursing the baby, wiped the toddler down with a baby wipe, dislocated my shoulder trying to kill a bee that I saw in the back of the van, threw the toddler in the back of the cart, and off we went into Target.
I am kicking ass at this parenting shit!
Wife, mother, Rodan + Fields consultant, Adjunct Professor....love my family, friends, wine, and God.
Friday, October 4, 2013
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