Note: video is mostly unrelatedIt's interesting with babies how a major spit up event is often times not preceded or followed by anything that would reflect the volume of the event. The baby is just chilling out, perhaps there is a gurgle in the throat, then a Vesuvius of spit up launches up from the baby all over your baby and hand and shirt and pants and chair and carpet. Perhaps, as I just experienced, this prolific flow is followed by another gusher as you frantically rush to locate a burp cloth, mindful that you are dripping partially-digested breast milk all over your carpet. But then, surprisingly, the baby is calm as if the deluge never spewed forth in volcanic spectacle. You would think after losing dinner and possibly lunch they'd cry or be startled. Not Brynn. She is as calm as her antediluvian state. (Sorry, just wanted an excuse to use the word antediluvian).
I'm sure this is only the harbinger of spit ups to come. And perhaps it is a lesson for me to not incorporate so much bouncing as I soothe our little Bug to sleep. Whatever the case, a personal spit up milestone has been reached.
This follows a lovely evening with Jen's family. Her sister is in town and we had a dinner together with more of that delectable Georgia Boy's barbecue and some awesome Ghiradelli brownies. They are taking such good care of us, I feel a little bad. I am having to give up some self sufficiency and let myself be served. I just need to remember to pay that love forward (and back).