Thursday, June 26, 2008

spit-up

Eliot spits up every day. EVERY DAY. We expect it; we anticipate it. Owen never spits-up. He hasn't, in fact, in over two months. And then there was Tuesday night . . . after his 5pm bottle and an easy burp, he looked into my eyes, smiled, and spewed his entire undigested bottle all over me.



(Shame on Mike for taking this picture. Shame on you for laughing.)

What you can't see in this pic is spit-up dripping from my eyebrow, nor can you see two inches of spit-up pooling in my sports bra. Yes, this was the end of a very, very long day . . .

Mike and I leave for a weekend trip to Napa this afternoon, and judging by my face in this photo, I definitely need it.

4 comments:

Rachael M. said...

Awwww....I'd like to thank Owie-O for NOT puking on me after his bottle yesterday, and giving me a nice, respectable burp instead.

He must have sensed he needed to go easy on me. LOL

Viking said...

you need that vacation :)

Anonymous said...

Oh Kerriann, you do not look impressed... I'm sorry but I did have a giggle at your latest entry though. Enjoy your trip :)
Love Carissa

Nicole H. said...

Oh K, I feel your pain. Love this picture! Your face could not be more perfect for the given situation. :)