A Blunt Signal
Today M & I headed up to see my friend and her new baby. I sat down on the sofa in her 'lounge' and all of a sudden there Tracy was, passing me her less than one month old son. I extended my arms, somewhat hesitantly (it has been years since I held an infant), reaching out to grab this child that was being passed through the air.
Just as I was to pull the child into my arms, he threw up. My legs 'spread' and puke ran down onto the floor. It was a blunt signal from an infant that perhaps motherhood isn't 'my thing'.
Later I held the baby and he attempted to hit me repeatedly in a slow motion punch movement. Then he slobbered on my jacket.
Just as I was to pull the child into my arms, he threw up. My legs 'spread' and puke ran down onto the floor. It was a blunt signal from an infant that perhaps motherhood isn't 'my thing'.
Later I held the baby and he attempted to hit me repeatedly in a slow motion punch movement. Then he slobbered on my jacket.
posted by Lyla @ 4:41 PM
1 Comments:
At 5:39 PM,
Lindell said…
hahahaha. that's awesome!
i was sure that for a second the next line was going to read "Just as I was to pull the child into my arms... I dropped it on the floor."
I hope you at least rubbed it's nose in the puke. Thats how you train them things. I think.
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