Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Life is not the same.

I am trying disparately to resume life as usual, only with an adorable little accessory in tow. Of course I keep it within sane limits, but sometimes I have to stop and laugh. For example, I am getting ready to leave for a happy hour with the Junior League and then drop by another place for a friends birthday. My hair is done, I have on make up, and I'm wearing a cute outfit that I can nurse in if for some reason plan a with the bottle falls through. It even goes well with my new chic nursing cover. I have this momma thing down, right? I was literally about to walk out the door, and Elliott spewed whatever was left in his belly down my shirt. Sick.

2 comments:

Blenda said...

Will happen everytime!!! :) Gotta love those little ones timing don't ya?

Tiffany said...

That has so happened to me too! Only he manages to get himself as well which means we both have to change. Good thing they are so loveable!