My cute little bunny. I just had a check up, and the doctor said he will ease up on the spitting up when he can sit up. (Now read that sentence again with a Jesse Jackson inflection) Ahem!
Here is the question: why do I even bother getting dressed? This is my third top of the da,y and it’s not quite noon. Sure, I could grab a burp cloth, but seriously, who does? I only remember them when grandma comes over ’cause I don’t want to scare away any free help.
Vivien wasn’t a spitter-upper, so it’s new to me. But it’s been 11 weeks, I should get the hang of it. Yet another reason why I haven’t bought any new clothes in a while or ever dress in the nice ones I have. I want to dress nicely…but, but, why bother?