For all the times I have been drooled, puked, pooped, peed and snotted on, ‘revenge’ has finally come around to Holden. I’m not really sure revenge is quite the right word i’m looking for, but it sounds good so i’m using it.
Holden has recently had this nasty habit of waking up INCREDIBLY early and screaming until we come and get him out of his crib. As i’ve said before, I am NOT a morning person, so of course the obvious choice is to just bring him into bed with us and snuggle the rest of the morning.. Sometimes he goes back to sleep, and sometimes he kicks and punches me in the stomach/face/boob until I finally decide to drag myself out of bed and take him downstairs to play.
On the rare occasion that Holden falls back asleep, of course I fall right back asleep with him. He isn’t a bed hog, he’s a mommy hog. He likes to put his head on my upper arm and snuggle his face right under mine. Bad idea, Holden, BAD IDEA.
I’d like to think i’m not normally one of those sleepers who drools all over their pillow during sleep, and my pillow is pretty clean to testify to that.. but when Holden is perched under my chin it’s a whole other ball game.
EVERY single time we fall asleep together, I wake up before him and find that I have somehow managed to droool all over the top of his head. Not a tiny bit of drool, but usually a pretty decent sized glob. Think, Lake Michigan sized.
I am always disgusted, because if I woke up with Thomas’ drool forming a lake on the top of my head i’d freak the hell out. Drool is disgusting and slimy.
Holden never seems to notice, he’s just happy to snuggle. Still, I can’t imagine he’d be too happy if he realized I was drooling all over him… then again, he might try to play with it- even nastier.
Damn, my kid is weird.
This is one of those memories i’ll have to share with him when he brings his first date home. This, and the memories of pulling poop out of his butt, and all the dimply-cheeked naked bath time pictures I have.
Sure, this one might be a little more embarrassing to me.. but it will be worth it. I don’t really have much shame left these days anyways.
You wouldn't sniff a stranger's butt to see who pooped their pants.... so you probably shouldn't do these other parental things to strangers, either. holdinholden.com/2017/12/weir…
Weird Things you do for your kids but not Strangers goo.gl/fb/oVuwvG
Tis the season! pic.twitter.com/5VgMLnt22E
I am weak pic.twitter.com/LYdRQ6EZcC
You know that feeling when you don't chew a chip all the way and it cuts you all the way down and you swear it's gonna kill you, but you go ahead have another right after? That's what it's like when you decide to have another kid.