Last night, our little one finally pooped. But enough about poop, let's talk about another bodily function.
After we changed her diaper, I sat down to feed her and she was a happy girl. She's always happy when she's eating! So after a few minutes, I sat her up to burp her on my shoulder. She had her head turned toward my face and so I was able to give her some sweet kisses while patting her back. She was so cute and warm, making her little cooing noises.
Kiss, kiss, kiss, then I turned my head to face forward to watch The Voice.
Good thing I did! At that moment, she totally spit up! I was a split-second away from having baby spit/barf on my lips. Bleh! That is where I draw the line! Can you imagine having baby barf in your mouth? Heinous!
My ever-supportive husband just laughed. "Elizabeth, I would have peed my pants if she did that!" I have to admit, I would have laughed too. My total fear, though, is that I would reciprocate the barf back onto Nyla. Now wouldn't that be a sight?
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