It's Official

Today was my very first, honest to goodness, REAL mom experience. Spencer (now 7 months)was playing on the floor (with his toothbrush, his favorite "toy") and I had just finished my lunch. I walked passed him, into the kitchen, put my plate in the sink, and turned around to see the horror! It happened that fast.

There was a big lump of POO in his hands! Yes, poo. It had fallen out of his diaper...I have NO idea how, but it did. He was mushing it in his fingers and wiping it all over everything. I yelled, "Holy crap! Put that down." It was enough for him to drop it, but then he crawled right through it, smiling at me.

I picked him up and hurried into the bathroom, not realizing the poo was EVERYWHERE. I ripped off his WHITE onesie only to realize a second piece of poo was caught inbetween his shirt and his skin, so it was smeared up his back and hair. I threw him into the tub and tried to clean up the disgusting mess...still working on it actually.

It's official. I'm a mom. There's no going back now.