Never Without a Burp Rag
Imagine a chef with a drip cloth neatly tucked on the belt of his apron. You know, the towel to dry his hands on, wipe a mess? Yeah that one. Crisp white, folded thing that doesn't leave his side as he prepare scrumptious meals for all the high-end restaurant patrons.
Okay. No imagine a mom of two. The youngest being just under 2 months old. Who nurses roughly every 2 hours a day. And burps. And on occasion doesn't know when to stop nursing. And burps up the goodness of her last meal. Add in an almost 5 year old boy to the mix. One who loves to wash things off in the bathroom sink. Color on the kitchen table. Drip ketchup onto the table, floor, chair... you get the idea. And you see where this drip cloth thing can work for the mom. Right?
Only mine is an official burp rag. Or cloth diaper. And it usually has some sorta girl pattern of flowers, hearts, pink colors, teddy bears. And it is neatly tucked into the squinched waistline of my pants. Or crammed partially into my jeans pocket.
Seriously, it should be part of the official mommy uniform. Then we can work on making it a bit more fashionable.
Okay. No imagine a mom of two. The youngest being just under 2 months old. Who nurses roughly every 2 hours a day. And burps. And on occasion doesn't know when to stop nursing. And burps up the goodness of her last meal. Add in an almost 5 year old boy to the mix. One who loves to wash things off in the bathroom sink. Color on the kitchen table. Drip ketchup onto the table, floor, chair... you get the idea. And you see where this drip cloth thing can work for the mom. Right?
Only mine is an official burp rag. Or cloth diaper. And it usually has some sorta girl pattern of flowers, hearts, pink colors, teddy bears. And it is neatly tucked into the squinched waistline of my pants. Or crammed partially into my jeans pocket.
Seriously, it should be part of the official mommy uniform. Then we can work on making it a bit more fashionable.
Labels: baby, kid, motherhood, parenting
