I love being a mom

But there's no doubt it makes life a little weirder.

For example, this morning I woke up, changed a diaper, and sucked the snot out of someone else's nose.


Then I made waffles and tried to keep Z from spilling my coffee.


Then I went to yoga, while Z went to the child care center. Halfway through yoga, the child care lady came and asked if there was a "Karla" in the room. I guessed this was me. There were a lot of older kids (maybe 15 or 20) in the center, and they were yelling and Z got scared. She was crying, so we had to leave early.

Then I went to the co-op, where, dressed in my yoga clothes and a with a serious case of bed head, I ran into two friends and Zadie yelled "Bye" throughout the store.

At home, I fed her three blackberries and some yogurt.


She smashed the berries in her hands.


Then she grabbed her legs and feet.


I stripped her and put her in the bath while I got her towel and a new diaper and waited for the water to warm up.


She peed AND pooped in the tub (I decided not to photograph it).

So then we took our shower, where she decided to nurse, and kept switching boobs like a teenager with his head under the Slurpee machine.

Then we got out, got her dressed, and I cleaned the tub. When I came back to get her, she was sucking on antibacterial hand sanitizer.

It's been quite a morning.