The Upper Echelon of Parenthood

Yesterday, I was transported...no, I was elevated to a new level of parenting. I was whisked from my lowly position as new mom to the high peak, if you will, the upper crust of parenting. The level of motherhood that can only be reached by experiencing a baby and all that comes with it. I feel like new secrets will be bestowed upon me and I will be rewarded for raising up to this upper echelon of parenthood.

Yesterday, I stuck my finger in Nyla's diaper and pulled it out covered in poop.

I could tell you about how it was a mistake. I could tell you about how I only meant to feel her diaper. But what difference will that make? Really? At the end of the day, I still had a poop-covered finger. Let the angels sing...

Just to be clear, it was heinous. That is probably the best descriptive word I can use to convey what this was like for me. Heinous. That's actually a pretty good adjective for anything poo-related with Nylabear.

In other news, Nyla didn't sleep well last night. I've been up since 4 with her and right now, my best friend is Starbucks. I went to Starbucks this morning at 5:15 but they weren't open yet, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy Father's Day cards. Below is a picture of what I look like after a relatively sleepless night...and yes, I was in public like this. Don't judge...just admit it, you've looked like this too, especially if you're a parent.

 

 

 

Cute.