I had to submit one close up pic and one full body shot. So I dutifully picked my most recent close up shot and begrudgingly resisted the urge to photoshop 10 years off of my face. And then I had Brian take my full body shot on Sunday night after a long hard (typical) day. Do I look pitiful enough??? Please note the spit up stains on my t-shirt. Those were for the sympathy vote.
And they're totally not an exaggeration. I walk around all day every day covered with spit-up. In fact, if you took a picture of me right now, my whole left arm is moist and smelly. Brian swears with all sincerity that every time he picks Eli up, he is covered within five minutes. He thinks this only happens to him. My sister has learned to wear only her nasty t-shirts to my house because she's going to leave with a little white trail running down her back. Yesterday as I carried Ben downstairs to take his nap, he laid his head down on my (spitty) shoulder then immediately popped up with a quizzical look on his face. He pointed to his room and said, "wipe!" Last week Meg told her teachers at school that Eli had to go to the doctor because 'he throws up all over Mommy.'
But I digress. I'll let you know as soon as I win. Don't hold your breath.
