stinky helmet (ode to greek yogurt)

There it is. My baby’s stinky helmet. It smells like feet. Even when I scrub it and give it a $2 coating of doterra oils, it still smells like feet.

So guess what else? My baby’s head smells like feet too. It’s really fine in the end – it’s not like this is ruining the smell of feet for me. Not like the mysterious smell of greek yogurt that somehow smells exactly like newborn breastmilk poops to my excessively sensitive postpartum nose. I almost lost greek yogurt on that one: a loss I may not have recovered from. (Greek yogurt is extremely resilient in that it is not bound by “appropriate time of day”. It is just as delicious at 4am as it is at 11pm. The overnight snack of choice in the marathon nursing days. Also the options for toppings are endless and can flirt dangerously with becoming a dessert while holding fast to its “nutritious food” persona. Brownies and greek yogurt are actually better than brownies and ice cream – CHANGE MY MIND. Don’t. You won’t. It actually cuts the sweetness a lot like sea salt on a chocolate chip cookie and levels up the experience. Before you try to fight me, try it. Also, you can play the healthy card if that’s something you need to tell yourself. Important clarification, we are talking about FULL FAT greek yogurt. Yes, it has calories. Guess what? You need calories. So your body doesn’t die, or feel like its dying. Ok, wow, I think I’m done talking about Greek yogurt now. TBD.)

Maybe instead of starting a blog, I should have reached out to Fage (the superior yogurt) to join some affiliate program. And upon further thought, perhaps I will. This is a space (I hope) that will capture some big feelings and ridiculous ramblings. I know there are bottomless opportunities to laugh at and enjoy the season of life that I’m in, and I want to take them. If you’re reading, I hope you can laugh, feel, and take a deep breath with me. Or at least think a little bit more about the fabulous qualities of Greek yogurt.

Did I mention probiotics? Also stiff enough to be quite portable in the car. Yeah, I eat in the car. Specifically while driving. I’m not proud of it, and I won’t change. Man, my 30’s/motherhood are making me extremely stubborn and headstrong yet somehow way more flexible all at the same time. And it feels good. I am also trying to become more flexible in my hips, but that is not going well. When things are not going well, I like to stop doing them, but I’m trying to keep at it with the hip flexibility thing because of walking, sitting, holding stuff, needing to make it work within this same body for the rest of my life, etc.

Thanks for being here. No promises, but let’s have a good time.