#BlogSmallJoys: Tilley’s Story

Today’s #BlogSmallJoys submission is by Tilley, who is one of the amazing people who makes me literally laugh out loud on a regular basis. She’s a wife to one guy and mother to two more. If you had told her at 16 that she’d be living with this many boys she would have laughed in your face, really hard. When she’s not working at her day job, she’s blogging and dreaming of writing her first novel. You can find her on Twitter and read her blog, PreshusMe. Enjoy!


You know that thing that people talk about where people love the smell of baby heads, and that mothers can be addicted to the smell of their baby’s head? Well, I’m that mom. More specifically, the smell of my 3-year-old’s head is like crack to me. Yes, I’m aware that he’s no longer a baby, and yes sometimes he smells closer to a defunct candy factory than a baby, or even a child for that matter, but I can’t get enough of the smell of that little boy’s head.


A few weeks back he got a haircut and was practically bald for like 3 weeks. Don’t tell anyone, but his head didn’t smell like his head anymore and I was very sad. I am sad. I’m a sad, sad woman who sneaks up on her child just to grab his head and smell it. Please tell me I’m not the only one?

Seriously, one whiff can brighten my whole day. But truthfully, I never stop at just one sniff. I usually take 2 or 3 deep breaths, you know, as many as I can before he starts to squirm out of my grip. In with the good air, out with the bad. It’s like a yoga meditation with me. Without all the stretching and moving and actually exercising. It’s more of a mental yoga break. A yoga-crack break. 

Basically what I’m trying to say here is that I get high on the smell of my kid’s head. I’m not gonna lie, though, I’ll take the smell of any baby’s head. Usually non-related kids of the newborn variety. But usually people frown upon strangers smelling their baby’s head so I try not to do that (too often). In any case, my kid’s still smells yummy and I’ve got access to most days, so I’ll just savour this small joy while it lasts.

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2 thoughts on “#BlogSmallJoys: Tilley’s Story

  1. We call this “snortin’ the youth” at Chez Peady and let me tell you – even the 8 year old gets a good snort now and again. (We have a whole new set of scents with the almost 13 year old, but once freshly showered, even he gets the odd snort if he’ll let me!)

    Sooo cute! Baby heads are the best mood booster there ever was!

    You are *so* not alone. Zero judgement, here. Great post!

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