Vomit...It's What's For Dinner

Forget about those TV commercials claiming beef is America's favorite dinner entree. Baby vomit is where it's at! I suppose I can't really call myself a seasoned dad until I've been a) peed on, b) pooped on, and c) had baby vomit launched into my mouth at high speed (or in my case, twice).

Quin has impeccable timing. This weekend we were getting ready to head out to some friends' bachelor/bachelorette party. I was all dressed and ready to go. I changed Quin's diaper, gave him a big goodbye kiss, and BLAGH! Bullseye.

Today, he spit up twice all day. Pretty good. I came home from work and started playing with him, no puke, I must be safe. Just as I leaned forward to give my sweet boy a kiss, BLAGH! Bullseye. I sit here now, writing away, chewing on my stick of gum. Lesson learned: never go more than three feet from a burp rag.

Isn't parenthood grand? But what would make me feel better than a picture of my boy smiling.


2 new pictures added to Quin's snapshot photo gallery.