Banana Goo....Oooow

I thought that when you became a mom that things weren't supposed to gross you out anymore. You know things like changing gooey diapers or putting your hand in the garbage disposal to fish out something that doesn't belong. Don't all moms say "When you've changed as many diapers as I have you can do anything." Well I'm not quite there yet.

There are a few things that quickly come to my mind when it comes to yuck. Like I still hate putting my hand in a sink full of old, cold dishwater and as cute as babies are, even mine, slobbery kisses turn my stomach a little. And then there is the matter of banana's. All kids love them and they are great at Cooper's age, big and soft and he can feed himself. But the goo and smoosh and slime that follows is at the top of my yuck threshold.

I know it probably sounds heartless that an innocent baby with a healthy piece of fruit makes me a little sick but it does. He gets it in his hair and smashed all over the high chair straps and the little creases in the seat. I often cut them up and roll them in Rice Krispies to avoid the mess, but he loves them whole so much that I am willing to clean up the dripping, sticky, drooled on banana goo in hopes that it will make be a better mom someday. So peel those bananas and wipe those chins, I'm not gonna let this stop the fun.