Hailey’s Crib

I’ve been pushing my luck.  Hailey loves it when I make the rocketship noise and hold her up to look down at me.  She has a huge smile, crinkles up her face and ‘laughs’, and arches her back.

This morning before I left for work [note: I was wearing a nice blue button down shirt] I picked her up from Andrea’s lap, kissed her goodbye, and performed the above described stunt.  Except this time she puked.  All.  Over.  Me.

A little in my mouth?  Check.

Face?  Check. 

Past my undershirt onto my chest?  Check.

Undershirt?  Check.

Nice blue work shirt?  Check.

So I changed into a freshly wrinkled shirt, and went off to work.  I’m sure I’ll pick her up and do it again, just to see that smile she gets.

I’ll never learn….., until maybe when she’s eating solid food.

~evan.