Ever walk through a grocery store carrying your cranky and sleepy baby, trying desperately to make it through check-out before a melt-down happens, while fending off sniffling and coughing strangers?
Then you, my friend, deserve a Mama Merit Badge.
There are 10 different ones, and I couldn't stop laughing at the thought of sewing one onto my Mama sash, then bravely soldiering on.
On the site, they have "Merit Badge Tales." If you want a giggle, read them.
As for my merit badge story, here goes:
In the hospital, the nurse warned us that breast-fed babies could projectile-poop, and that we wanted to get a diaper on it as soon as possible. We took our sweet Kicker home, where Hubby hadn't yet set up the changing table. He told me not to worry, that he'd take care of it. So, for the next two days, I changed the baby on our bed, on top of a changing pad.
Hubby, however, wasn't as picky about where he changed Kicker in the house. In fact, Hubby's favorite place to set up the changing pad was on my new glider in the living room. It didn't seem like a good idea, but Hubby assured me it was perfectly fine.
Cue the baby shooting a stream of yellow mustard poop straight across, covering Hubby's shirt, pants, socks, shoes, the chair, my ottoman, and the carpet.
I didn't know whether or not to giggle or be mad at Hubby. I think I chose the giggling, because I'm pretty sure I remember Hubby's glare. I helped Hubby clean up baby, chair, carpet, and clothes. Hubby then spent the remainder of the evening setting up the changing table.