Our baby was a puker. A "happy puker," as our doctor put it, so no acid reflux scariness or anything, but a big-time puker nonetheless. These pictures, as you might suspect, were taken only a few seconds apart. I love that her face is nearly identical in both pictures... except for the Vesuvius-like spew of spit-up that is just starting to flow from her mouth.
This was my every day for, oh, the first 5 or 6 months of Sophie's life. I wouldn't change one thing about our little angel... except maybe the all the spit-up. That I could have done without.
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