Dear Ava,
You had a huge projectile spit up as we came down stairs this morning. It required clothing changes for both of us and some carpet cleaning. Thankfully, I took the brunt of it and so it wasn't too much carpet cleaning. I was kinda amused that I was thankful that I was the one massively covered in spit up instead of you or the carpet. I never thought that seeing spit up all over myself would be a thankful occurrence, but parenthood definitely changes perspectives.
At least you were very happy and smiling a lot just prior to spitting up.
Funny isn't it? Nothing like parenthood to make you wish the worst things on yourself if it means they don't happen to your kiddos. I remember first feeling this when I was out with baby Iain and there was a bee hovering around him. I was ready to take a sting for the team, but fortunately, it flew away before it came to that.
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