Keepin' it real

Any one that reads Pioneer Woman knows she likes to "keep it real". That is exactly what I'm about to do, lest anyone begin to think that my life is all about gorgeous sunsets, soothing streams, glorious fall days, children that behave perfectly and days that go just as they are planned. Trust me, we are none of those things.



The is how my day started a few mornings ago.......



The Little Man woke me up at 4:30 for a bottle, I begrudgingly got out of bed to give him his bottle. I brought him to bed with me for his bottle fully intending (maybe) on taking him back to his crib when he finished his early morning gourmet meal. Let's face it though, I'm sleep deprived so I ended up falling asleep with Little Man laying right next to me. It is so precious to sleep next to a little baby. But trust me... the preciousness is going to abruptly end.



As dawn neared so did my disgusting awakening.....



Little Man began to stir. I was midly awake but not ready for the day that lay ahead of me. Little Man woke up, got on all fours and crawled a few steps to greet me for the day. Oh that precious child of mine. I guess he wanted to show me a little love - in a way that only a 10 month old can. I was still relishing the feel of my pillow on my cheek when he crawled to me, put one hand on my pillow and one hand on my shoulder. Then I heard it.... a burp. Not just a burp though.... spit up, lots and lots of spit up. I guess we could call it a morning facial.

Thank you, son. I love you.