Saturday, April 21, 2007
This morning, I was helping the kids get dressed, and darned if I didn't smell some old socks lurking somewhere in the bathroom. Gross. I went to search them out, and I didn't find any, but whenever I went near Sarah, the stink got stronger. I thought maybe she put on a favorite pair of pants that had not been washed... sometimes she does that, pulls something out of the dirty clothes, which creeps me out. So I smell-searched her.
And it was her PITS. The child now has smelly sweat.
On top of the fact that 3 weeks ago, I naired her legs. I figured it was dark baby hair, and I wanted to get rid of it to avoid the 4th grade tease factor that comes with spring and the appearance of capri pants. I reasoned, the hair would not return until she was ready to reach puberty.
Guess what... it's coming baaaaaaaack.
I am not ready REPEAT NOT READY for all this. Of course, this comes in a long line of Things For Which I Am Not Ready, including taking care of infants, having my mind lose its steel-trapness, and grappling with Becca. I am becoming used to being unprepared...
5 comments:
I would have guessed Lisa Goldstein's socks.
If only.
"Taking care of infants"? Is there something we should know??
No. I was merely recounting the things in my life for which I was historically sorely unprepared. I'm sure the list could be longer.
Oh, okay, I didn't realize this was a retrospective!
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