Is that inappropriate???
I've never been 100% sure of the meaning, but I believe it refers to an attractive female who doesn't quite have it all together. And that would certainly describe my Baby Girl yesterday--ha. So I'm going with it.
Don't let this photo fool you:
Adorable, eh?
A few bits of trivia: 1) those powder-puff, cupcake-like, adorable freaking shoes are the very first thing I bought her when I found out we were having a girl, 2) that's the first official outfit she owned, courtesy of her Nanna, who sent the hubby and I to our sonogram appointment with one pink-ribboned present, and one blue, and, 3) I pieced that headband together after I fell in love with the silk flower bit at Hobby Lobby, and though I've received many compliments from strangers, one gentleman at church on Sunday asked if it was a flying saucer strapped to her head.
Now...speaking of church, let's get back to the subject of her Hot Mess-ness.
After a lovely and lazy Saturday, Baby Girl was a holy, freaking, vomiting terror yesterday. And as much as I'd like to, I don't think I can't blame it on daylight savings.
She started off the day on poor footing when she boycotted her morning nap by pitching a hissy in her crib for 45 minutes, thereby, forcing me to send the hubby on to church without us, so I could calm her, dress her, feed her and follow in a second car.
I don't quite think it qualifies as "fashionably late" when you enter the sanctuary 45 freaking minutes into the service, but I suppose we'll just file that under "better late than never." Of course, two minutes after walking into the sanctuary and locating the hubby, Baby Girl leaned over my lap and vomited, just as some of our friends were watching from two pews in front of us (for the record, they didn't even bother to stifle their laughter). So perhaps I should instead file all of the above under, "never a dull day."
At least--after wiping spit-up off my lap, the shoulder of my sweater, my forearm, and finally, my cheek--I was able to spend some time after the service, greeting and congratulating this year's round of 9th-grade confirmands. The hubby and I spent two years of Wednesday nights with those teenage boys and girls, and I think it's safe to say that they hold a special place in my heart, since they followed along with my pregnancy, week by week, from beginning to end--even organizing a baby shower for us, all on their own, without any grown-ups putting the idea in their heads. So it was one of those lovely Circle of Life moments (anybody hearing The Lion King theme song in their head?) to be able to stand up at the front of the sanctuary and take official photos alongside them--with my child in my arms instead of in my belly.
After the service, Baby Girl's resistance to napping just went from bad to worse--until I literally had to restrain her in my arms around 3 p.m. and force her to relax and close her eyes since she hadn't gotten a single wink of sleep since waking that morning. Then, I arrived late (yet again) to one of my hubby's coworkers houses that evening--after three outfit changes (one for me, two for Baby Girl), following another round of repeat vomiting.
Ah...the joys of motherhood.
I'm happy to report that the Hot Mess did indeed go down well for bed last night. And she did indeed sleep well. No surprise, considering her exhausting day, and the 6-day-in-the-making poo that she finally released just before I went in for her dream feed, shortly after 10 p.m. (For the record, when I smelled it, before I even reached the closed door to her nursery, I turned back around and dragged the hubby out of bed for backup, in case she'd soiled her sheet, mattress pad, pajamas and sleep sack. But I got lucky on that font, and still had the hilarity of seeing my hubby gag, reach for a t-shirt to pull up over his nose before realizing he wasn't wearing one, and then retreating back into the kitchen to breathe before gagging. Again, the joys).
Happy Monday, from one Hot Mess and her Mama.
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