I have always enjoyed drinking a nice tall glass of ice cold milk, but lately I feel like my life has been consumed by the stuff! I spend an inordinate amount of my day dealing with milk or more appropriately, formula. Formula is nasty! It is sticky, stinky and gross, but boy, does my baby love it.
Several times a day, I scoop powder out of a purple canister that has become a permanent fixture on our kitchen counter to make bottles of milk. I make three eight oz. bottles at a time, chill them and then feed them to you almost every three and a half to four hours. While feeding, I dab milk off your chin and try to catch it before it rolls into the tiny cracks and crevasses of your neck. Talk about stinky and gross. I wipe milk residue off my shoulders, sleeves, toes (!), couch and even floor. It’s true what they say about not having anything nice anymore once you have a child….spit up, drool and your basic baby muck get everywhere! I shutter at the thought of the Cheerios stage and nearly break out in hives thinking about chicken tenders, bananas, and macaroni and cheese ground up into our carpets. I know it’ll happen sooner rather than later.
I also spend an obscene amount of time washing bottles in scalding hot water. So much so that I can’t even wear my wedding or engagement rings because my ring finger is so irritated by all the water.
Does having teeth now mean I have to start feeding my baby real food? I’m clearly over the milk stage, but not quite ready to start solids. I honestly don’t think I can handle the mess yet.
The best is yet to be? Hmmm…as long as I’ve got my Dyson and a can of carpet and upholstery cleaner on hand.