It Happened

By IT, I mean spit up. By HAPPENED, I mean down my shirt.

This morning the little stinker decided to spit up as I was burping him. He turned his head just as he was starting to spit and the majority of it went down my shirt into my bra, a sports bra I might add, and sat there in a puddle. Nice. Thanks little man.

Well I had the same reaction as I did when Madalynn, our niece, decided she needed to spit up down my shirt. I practically threw Jackson at Craig. Ran upstairs. Paused only to undress, and threw myself into the shower. I then proceeded to scrub.

Now I don't mind the spit up, really it's not one of those things that really bothers me. What I mind is when it makes contact with my skin. Hey I don't even want my own spit touching me, why would I want someone elses?

Ok, on to more exciting things. Jackson is on his way to giggling. He isn't too sure of how to do it, so it sounds like he's choking (Craig's description). To me it's more like he's holding his breath then forcefully letting it out. I'll try to catch it on video. I'll have to do this in the morning, since this kid is much more a morning person than an evening person. (He is obviously not really related to Craig or me.)