If there was ever a picture of real motherhood, it might be this one.
Spit up pooling in my dress, hair a mess, half my makeup on, a full diaper, and Liam's arm down my shirt. It's a lovely look, don't you think? What you don't see: laundry piled up the wall and a bed that was only made because we'd just had company.
I used to judge the moms I'd see in the grocery store with no makeup, wearing sweats, and not seeming to care a bit. As you can see, I've apparently joined their ranks - posting a picture like this one for the world to see.
It's my reality.
Do I love being covered in spit up all the time? Not really.
Do I love being his mom? More than anything.
PS - I know that looks like a lot of spit up. And it is. We've talked with his doctor and he's not concerned - Liam is obviously growing just fine and doesn't seem to be bothered by it a bit. But can I just say I'm ready for him to grow out of this stage?
PPS - I missed blogging last week! Selling over 100 bags in just a few days almost did me in. And that's where I've been. :) Thanks to all of you who bought bags from P.S. I Adore You!