Here is part 2 of “Mommy taught you what?” – Read at your own risk! 😉
Late Monday night, my husband and I were sitting on the floor watching a quick little video (Bubba was not facing the screen, even though he really wanted to. Poor Bubba.)
Bubba was sitting on my lap and spat up all over my PJs. I sighed, wondering how many days worth of spit up I had now collected on my skin. Bubba giggled, of course. It is his baby way to laugh at the suffering of mommy.
Then, my husband said the most glorious words I have ever heard (well, maybe not ever, but in a long time)…
“Do you want a shower? I can take him!”
I hauled mommy booty to the shower so fast all my husband could see was a streak of color flash through the door.
I quickly got in and took inventory of all the things needed for the shower. Dagnabbit. We were missing shampoo! I decided I could live with washing my hair with bar soap. I just wanted anything to get the “breastfeeding stank” off (as it is fondly referred to in this house).
I was halfway through shaving my left leg when I hear a *manly* shriek.
Wondering if someone was dying, I quickly hopped out with a towel whipping behind me as I ran, dripping water all over our apartment floor.
As I opened the door and glanced in, I saw my husband, his face a mixture of white and green.
“Are you okay?” I asked, “What happened?”
He stuttered, his eyes wide, “Burp-burp-burp cloth. Please.”
As I looked, I saw that my lovely Bubba was laying on my husband’s bare chest in a pool of baby cheese (curled milk and spit up). Bubba looked up at me and laughed. Crazy baby.
I watched, what seemed like could only be from a movie, as Bubba turned to my husband and blew raspberries, spraying his face with baby cheese.
I fell to the floor, unable to breathe from laughing. My husband was nearly in tears, frantically clawing for something to wipe his face off with.
I said, “I’m sorry,” through my laughter, “this is my fault.”
As I handed my poor husband a rag, he was so confused and asked, “What?!”
And that’s when I confessed that, earlier that day, when Bubba had been sad and I was trying to calm him down, I’d taught him to blow raspberries…
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