First day back at work

Monday, December 13th was my first day back at work after a nice break of about ten weeks.  I thoroughly enjoyed all the time I spent with you during my maternity leave.  It wasn't nearly long enough and even though I never understood the whole stay-at-home mom lifestyle, I sure would like it now.  You aren't really a morning person other than being super happy when you first wake up so that means Mommy usually got to sleep in (YAY). 

Gramma is taking good care of you while I'm at work.  I have the best job ever but it is hard to explain so suffice it to say that I help students make their way through college.  I miss you so much during the day.  Sometimes I call just to hear you babble.

But this story isn't about work; it just happens to fall on the first day of my return.  I retrieved you from Gramma's house and you were fed before we left.  I had to run a quick errand at Target so we stopped there before going home.  I parked in an odd place so we didn't have easy access to a cart meaning that I had to carry you into the store to find a cart.  I figured it was okay to skip the diaper bag since we were only buying a few things.  (colossal mistake).  Mommy's still learning.

I noticed the carseat rocking slightly in the shopping cart but didn't think anything of it and off we went.  We were so close to finishing up the impromptu shopping trip and looking for a box of diapers when I heard you spit up a little.  (Uh oh, no diaper bag).  I rounded the cart to investigate, thinking "meh, what's a little spit-up between friends."  Upon seeing me, you THREW UP--literally, like, you threw it--ALL OVER THE PLACE.  All over your little outfit, all over the carseat.  Wow, gross...and no diaper bag.  Since I was still using the hospital blankets to stabilize your head in the carseat, I had to use those to clean you off.  You were still very wet and it was cold outside.  I felt terrible because, of course, it was all my fault for not burping you long enough and leaving the essential diaper bag behind.  Clearly you survived and now it's just a funny story but it was so unfunny at the time.

I suspect many of these entries will involve yucky bodily functions of some sort.  Ah the life of a baby.