I love everything about my son. Everything (well maybe not the particular diapers that evoke my gag reflex). But let me tell you mommas to be and non-mommas for that matter about a little known fact. Mommas of chunky babies, you know what I'm talking about. Chunky babies have junk in their chunk. Really just the little spot in their "neck" (I put that in quotes because C's so chunky he doesn't exactly have a neck) where spit up, lint from his clothes, Koda's hair, trucks driving by and pretty much anything within a 3 mile radius is sucked in by it's gravitational pull. And for a nice mental (and by mental I mean nasal) picture, it pretty much resembles that stuff you get between your toes. Or in your belly button? Gross I know. And no matter how much I wash scrub and pretty much attack it neck-on every time he has a tubby, it still ends up there. I guess that's just one of many stinky things that come with little boys. And no matter how stinky, I'm loving every minute of it. How could you not with this face?
C: "Don't have a cow mom."
Me: "Well son, it looks like I already did."
Happy Thursday everyone!
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