Spit Happens

So yesterday Lilly Rose was 2 for 2. She spit up on both Mark and myself. And boy did she get us good. I was feeding her, for her first lunch, and she was at a lull. You could see the rim of milk on her mouth, when she gets like that, I always say she is drunk with milk. But anyway, she was on the lull, needing to be burped, and I put her on my left shoulder. The burp cloth was on. But her mouth was pointed toward my neck. And that's all she needed. All of a sudden I feel a jerk, and this warm liquid, and before I knew it, she had spit up running out of her mouth, and down my chest. I jerked up. Startled her. And then got a new burp cloth. Wiped up her mouth. And dabbed at my chest. She got me good - there wasn't much I could do. She still needed to be burped, though she got the majority of it out!

Then for her first dinner, Mark was burping her, and she was once again on the left shoulder. But her mouth was turned toward his shoulder. And she too was at a lull. And all of a sudden, Mark too feels the liquid, going down his shirt collar on his shoulder. His green Polo shirt was now stained with milk. Though that's a nice thing about breastmilk, it doesn't stain. So she got us good yesterday. But we also saw her smile, ok even if its only for gas, it's still a nice thing to see.