I came down the stairs. As I did I caught that vaguely meaty scent again. A savoury meaty whiff. Almost beefy in a way. I love the smells and nasal sensations that living in a house with a newborn brings.
I wafted into the lounge. The little lady was playing with a collection of dinosaurs which seemed to be storming a castle. I will be having some of that game later I thought.
I could hear the good lady in the kitchen. Obviously making something awesome judging by the occasional spicy whiff that was coming my way. I headed in. As I passed the crib, however, I detected an altogether different type of aroma. Yup. That's sickly sweet milky baby poo smell.
Come here my little man!
I picked up Little Boom and held him close as I whipped all the nappy changing stuff out. He was normally quite docile when in my arms but as I held him close he was a bit disturbed. His little hands and feet waggling about in all directions and a strident WAAH being issued.
You shout it out, little man. Find your voice! Command them!
He looked up with his little cute eyes as I changed him. He was quite the cry'er today. He seemed angry about something. Quickly I finished up and gave him a little cuddle. His cried only grew more insistent.
You will be wanting some milky milky little man. That's ok.
I put him back in the crib all clean and snuggly and headed off to the milk fountain that the good lady had become.
I caught a whiff of that deliciously spicy, meaty animal smell. Oho, something awesomes this way comes!
I halted in the doorway of the kitchen swaying handsomely as I held onto the sides of the door frame.
Hey baby girl, what's cooking. It smells awesome!
She looked confused.
I'm not cooking anything. There is coffee in the pot? Is that it?
No sweetcheeks! That meaty aroma. What is it? Are you making chipotle lamb? You know I love that!!!
She looked even more confused. Then a look of understanding dawned. Smiling ever so sweetly she tilted her head to the side. and came close, her nose wrinkling as she approached.
Darling, have you had a shower since the baby was born?
HA! What? A shower, come to think of it...
I gave myself a quick sniff. Goddammit, It was me. I was the meaty animal smell.
Yes darling, it's you. Go.Shower. Now.
I grumpily hoofed my way to the shower, bloody spiced lamb indeed. Damn my fool nose.