” I want to break free…I want to break free. want to break free from your lies
You’re so self-satisfied….”, the tune was playing aloud and I was swinging in a trance and “Whoa! What’s that?”, I couldn’t breathe.
There was this tiny tummy covering all over my face, suffocating me. “And yikes, what’s that smell?”
Now I was completely awake, the beautiful dream trashed away. Reality check! No, I am not in a Queen’s concert, but at home, trying to catch my energising-essential afternoon nap. Which now had been dismissed by this little ‘bundle-of-joy’ or should I call him ‘ small-bundle-of-soiled-diaper-carrying-poo-dispensing-machine’.
Realising, that much couldn’t be done, I was instantly on my feet heading to the baby bag. The sheets were laid, the soiled diaper was disposed of, baby bums were wiped off any traces of this miscreant’s mishaps and a new diaper was draped. If not for diapers, I pondered to myself, the mommies of the world would be spending their nap time, me time, meal time, just cleaning potty off the floor, beds, sofas and wherever mind wanders.
Free of my duties, I decided to catch up on some television time now that sleep had wandered away. So the baby was carefully placed on a play mat tummy down, some carefully selected educational and baby-friendly variety were scattered on the mat. ”Bleh, blah, goo, goo” and I knew he had settled in well, playing with his things and licking them at the same time.
When our little man decided to explore further and indulge himself in bowl of tomato ketchup which had been lying far away in a neglected corner, I had no idea. I was startled by a crash. As I rushed towards the noise I realised he was missing. Now I was worried that he might have hurt himself. And the ketchup marks with bone china shattered all over the place did not help with the first impression. I was half cursing myself, half crying and half trying to check if he was ok (Ya, a mom’s mind and heart can be divided into three halves, it’s not mathematically defined) . I was relieved to see him fine and all the red marks were just ketchup. He was looking very shocked and I realised he could burst out at any moment.
I picked him up, let the mess be; ” We will come back for that later”, I thought to myself. We passed the huge mirror in hallway, one look at it and there it was. “Baaah..boooo..Baaah”, he was now wailing in full volume. While he had no qualms about dipping his hands in the ketchup bowl and painting the scenery around with it, he did not think the messy look suited him.
I removed his onesie, to find out diaper soiled again. Sigh! Is there a timing or a pattern to this? I was done. I just let him be! He was given another glimpse in the mirror and the ‘all-nude-look’ appealed to him.
Bleh, blah, goo, goo”, yes mission achieved!
Do you have any happy/funny stories to share from those times when your babies were that young? Would love to hear from you :).