After barfing thrice, a bath was inevitable. These pictures are much cuter than the following incidents:
Barf #1 - half a bottle, all over me, him, my coworker's fabric chair, and carpet
Barf #2 - stomachful of mashed potatoes, all over himself and the highchair
Barf #3 - half a stomachful of pureed potatoes with broccoli - like leprechaun barf, all over himself and me
The last I blame entirely on AJ, for not warning me that he re-fed him while I went to the library. I gave him the tiniest bit of frosting, and all this green stuff came pouring out. "Oops. Did I mention that I topped him off?"
I've had a smelly day.
Barf #1 - half a bottle, all over me, him, my coworker's fabric chair, and carpet
Barf #2 - stomachful of mashed potatoes, all over himself and the highchair
Barf #3 - half a stomachful of pureed potatoes with broccoli - like leprechaun barf, all over himself and me
The last I blame entirely on AJ, for not warning me that he re-fed him while I went to the library. I gave him the tiniest bit of frosting, and all this green stuff came pouring out. "Oops. Did I mention that I topped him off?"
I've had a smelly day.
