I thought I'd reached the limit of the grossness of motherhood for now. I've dealt with the puke, and the poop, and everything else. I thought I was done being surprised by grossness until we started on solid foods. The baby managed to step it up last night, though.
Last night, I went to give the baby a kiss on the lips, and he spit up. In my mouth. It was revolting. B laughed. I cried.
And I think he did it maliciously. This came after several hours of fussing when I tried to hold him and refusing to give me any smiles, so I'm pretty sure he did it on purpose. For the record, and so you don't think I'm a complete moron, I did this at least an hour and a half after he ate, so I should have been safe from the puke. Yet another reason I think it was malicious.
Needless to say, I'm keeping my kisses a safe distance from his mouth from now on.