Ryan wants a new couch. He's wanted one for about a year now, but I kept telling him that I wasn't buying a new couch only to have a child puke and poop all over it.
Plus, it doesn't make sense to buy a new couch while we still rent, because I know I am going to want a new couch when we buy a house (in like 7 million years).
I usually try to come to some sort of compromise on things like this, but my BFF has 2 kids that i know for a FACT have peed/puked/pooped all over her couch when they were little, and I just refuse to subject a new couch to that. Also? My dog drools when she sleeps. She sleeps on the couch. Do you see what I'm saying?
This morning I was sitting on the couch, holding my baby girl all swaddled in her blanket, just staring at her little face. Then BAM.... waterfalls of puke everywhere... all over me, her, the couch, and the floor. Score 1 for me and my refusal to buy a new couch.
And now, as I clean the couch and floor with Formula 409, I am thrilled to death that this isn't a new couch. And that it wasn't poop... though I suspect there is plenty of time for that to occur.
18 years of Henry
1 week ago
3 comments:
You have no idea how much I wish I was not eating breakfast while reading this.
oh wow. She's backing you up in the decision! lol
Just like her dad....used to burp him over the sink.
grammy
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