And my least favorite bodily fluid is…

Everybody’s a fashion critic these days—even Finley.   And here’s what she had to say about my Tar-jay bling bling sandals:

(In case you’re wondering—yes, that is a gi-normous pile of baby spit-up.  On my foot.)

So they’re obviously not Manolos.  But really, are they that bad? 

Well, we obviously know Finley’s opinion.  Then again, just about anything can make her upchuck.  Even her own drool.  The real question here is—does it make me a bad mom to admit how high on the icky scale I rate massive amounts of baby yak?

And for the life of me, I can’t fathom how something so cute produces such a vast amount of yuck:

Stacey and Clinton, don’t get any fancy ideas!