hound dog

i put the kids in bed and then went back downstairs to exercise. when i was done i headed back up to go to bed myself. i get to the top of the stairs and i smell something out of the ordinary. all the kids' bedroom doors are closed. i take another whiff...yep, unmistakable. i go into the bedroom and tell corey that i might need some help cleaning up barf in lyla's room.

"how do you know she barfed?" he asks.

i tell him "cause i can smell it."

"she didn't cry or anything...and how can you smell it? her door is closed."

"i'm not sure how i can smell it but i can."

sure enough, we sneak in there in the dark and find a nice puddle of barf. gross.

i think my husband is wondering if i am still pregnant to be able to sniff that out. i am kind of wondering the same thing. when does my impeccable sense of smell disappear, cause i can still smell evah-ree-thang! i'm getting a little tired of it. i feel like a mama hound dog.