Mt. Babysuvius

When Maddie was a baby, I felt - how shall I put this - always a little moist.  I am not exaggerating when I say that I changed my own clothes about 3 times EVERY DAY as well as changing the baby's clothes about TEN times every day.  The kid had a knack for spitting up, and I'm not talking a little dribble of milk here.  When the few cute burp cloths we had didn't suffice, I went to Target and bought a couple of stacks of cheap pink washcloths.  We went through ALL the burp cloths and ALL the washcloths EVERY DAY! I tried everything including eliminating dairy from my diet, etc, etc...but the volcanic eruptions of milk persisted with no detriment or annoyance to Maddie until she grew out of it.  I actually remember that first magical evening when Matt and I realized we were both wearing the same outfits we had put on that morning.

Well the pink washcloths are still around and making their reappearance.  Ami, while she couldn't quite take out Pompeii, seems to be growing more intent on keeping up with Maddie's legendary spews.  And though I'm not changing my outfit several times a day, I usually am faintly perfumed by the fragrance of regurgitated milk with forearms that are ever so slightly sticky.