Today I'd just like to share a little story for your Monday entertainment. First, I hope you're not working today. If you are, I hope it's because you had 2,345 days off because of snow. (And if you are one of those people, my nostalgic mind is jealous of you. My logical mind is not, nor is my core body temperature.)
But anywho. I've decided that I will win the honor 'Mother of the Year'.
You might think this is because of all the beanies I knit and the organic goat milk formula that I spend my time cooking.
But it's not.
Okay fine. I have no idea how to knit. And other than a brief lapse in sanity while combing the net at 3:00 post-feed, I haven't even heard of goat milk formula.
Today I'll share why I'm truly worthy.
While strolling on a walk with my baby (+ 1 point) in my Moby Wrap (+ 2 points for being Earthy), I was enjoying a delicious Vanilla Latte from Starbucks.
As a took a delicate sip (like Mary Crawley would), I not so delicately (like Daisy would) spilled the coffee out of my mouth, down my chin...
and onto my baby's face.
Luckily I had taken my *sweet* time drinking it and the coffee was barely lukewarm and luckily only a few tiny drops actually got onto him.
One of those drops landed juuuuuuuust above his little upper lip.
And what did my baby do?
He licked it. Right. Up.
And by his wide eyes, I'm guessing he thought it was a bit delicious.
So much for no sugar (or caffeine) until 2.
Mother of the year, I tell ya.