Quick: What’s grosser than gross?

Tatiana spitting up down the inside of Sarah’s tank-top.

What’s grosser than that?

Tatiana spitting up in Rahul’s mouth.

GROSS.

I’ve been pretty lucky in the spit-up department. My shirts? Not so much. About half of my favorite t-shirts now have a long dark patch down one side of them. Some of them even have patches on both sides of them!

Today, however, I had the worst spit-up luck EVER.

So, I was holding Tatiana like this:

…and Sarah said she was smiling, so I looked up at her and started to say something… probalby something like “having a good time up there, little baby girl?” Who knows, though, ’cause right when I opened my mouth, it was full of spit-up.

Gross.

I’m not sure if the bile I tasted was mine or hers.

So gross.