Before I had a baby I was grossed out by spit-up, boogers, poop, and similar bodily secretions.  Rightfully so.  Those things are icky. 

Now that I’m a mother I’ve learned they’re really not that icky if they come from your baby.  I’ve caught myself doing all sorts of things I would have never done 11 months ago.  I’ve wiped Charlotte’s snotty nose with my own fingers and I don’t cringe at her spit on my clothes or in my hair.

But, something I did on Sunday caught me off guard.

Charlotte is eating mostly finger foods, but about 60% of what she “eats” ends up on the floor.  So, I try to top her off with some of those organic baby foods that come in the squeezy astronaut tubes.  They are usually veggie or fruit flavored and much of them end up on her face. 

At the State Fair Sunday I packed one of those astronaut tubes in the diaper bag like a good little Mama Bird.  My baby must get her veggies amongst all the deep fried debauchery!  We joined our friends at a little table for a breakfast of homemade ham biscuits at the Shriners Club booth. As expected Charlotte dribbled space fruit down her face.  This tube held a new flavor.  It was super yummy and tasted like Apple Butter or something. 

Did I wipe her face with a napkin?

No. 

Did I use a baby spoon to scoop the blob on her chin into her mouth?

Nope.

I took my biscuit and sopped up the apple stuff off her face and ate it!  In public. 

I think when I’m an old woman on my death bed, it will be weekends like this one that I will remember as the best.  We had the most beautiful fall weather here in NC. 

Here are some grainy cell phone pics of our much-needed date night Friday night.  After dinner we took a rickshaw ride though downtown Raleigh.  Silly, charming, and fun.  (Excuse the grainy cell phone pics, but I didn’t want to haul the camera on our date.) 

We were able to catch the fireworks from the State Fair as we headed home.  We pulled over on the side of the road to watch. 

Yeah, this post is called “Fecal Footsies.”  If you’re squeamish, move on.  Check today’s headlines on The Onion or something.

Yesterday more than any time I can remember, I missed the innocent, non-offensive breast milk poops of newborns.  It’s getting harder and harder to change Charlotte’s diaper.  She’s strong and never. stops. moving.  Ever.  Sometimes it’s a two man job.  Especially if it’s a number two.

Greyson wasn’t home for the dookie doozie I was faced with.  I had Charlotte’s legs way up as I cleaned up her little hiney.  I’ve become an expert at the “quick swap” of dirty for clean diaper.  But, this happened so fast!  She broke one of her legs loose from my grasp.

::splat::

Her foot smooshed right into the poop.

I grabbed her ankle so it wouldn’t touch the wall and said, “Eww!  Charlotte!”  She looked at me and gave me her big jack-o-lantern grin and laughed like, “Ha, ha Mama!  My foot got in my poopie!”  Her giggles continued as I sanitized the soiled sole.

Later on we were walking outside in the stroller.  It was warm so I let her feet go bare.  We ran into Trish.  She leaned down and grabbed Charlotte’s foot and kissed it.  She said, “I’m gonna eat that foot!  Yum yum!”

I said, “Um, yeah, you might wanna take a raincheck on that foot noshing.”

So unassuming.  Ha!

Before going to bed last night I locked the doors.  Then I got up and double checked them.  Then I remembered Lisa Irwin may have been taken through a window.  Maybe?  I got up and locked every window, starting with the ones in Charlotte’s room.  

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Greyson’s parents came to town this weekend.  They’ve only met Charlotte once, just days after she was born.  We watched grandparents who live halfway across the country get to know their granddaughter.  Papa taught her paddy cake and DeeDee came armed with awesome gifts.  Charlotte showed off her newly acquired clapping and waving skills.  It was beautiful.