Once, twice, three times a baby...

I've never been vomited on more in my life than in the past week. Sometimes it's predictable, like the exclamation point behind an especially fervent burp. Other times it's just after a long nap and she smiles up at me with a little splurt of somethin' somethin' and I grab the burp cloth as fast as I can ... laughing, of course, because it just astounds me every time.

I go through my days smelling like sour milk (compliments of the events mentioned in the paragraph above) and a little bit of poop. I'm convinced she gets me when I'm not looking. Like during a blink. I always ask her after the grunting has subsided if she's all wrung out yet, but every now and then just as I'm finishing my masterful application of diaper cream she coughs and I get a couple little surprise droplets flung onto my self somewhere. It's fantastic. Again, what can you do but laugh?

Feeding times have been a little less than dignified as of late. She's somehow turned a little frantic, like some kind of ravenous little snapping turtle that can't quite get a hold of what it was aiming for. Sometimes I just want to set her down and have a little chat. "Honey, this is what we DO, remember?" But there is sufficient diaper-defacing evidence that she's still getting plenty of food, so I don't worry. Mercy.

She sasses me. I try to assume the expressions she gives me are accidental and arbitrary, but she might mean some of them. That look on a teenaged face would merit grounding, I think. Or at least loss of some very choice privileges.

On the rare occasion I let her sleep without being swaddled she punches both arms around for a while until she falls asleep with them above her head. I'm talking perpendicular to the mattress. It makes me laugh every time I walk by the crib and all I can see is one tiny fist in the air ... It's a little dramatic. And sometimes she sleeps with her eyes open. I've had some very close calls during the night in my fatigued stupor when I thought she was awake and ready for me to feed her. But luckily I caught myself in time and dragged myself back to bed.

All in all I'm completely smitten with my child, my husband, and the life we all have together. It's a little exhausting, and trips to the bathroom show a reflection that is nowhere near attractive, but it's a delightful existence. Tomorrow I might find myself flung into the pit of despair, but she's going on three hours of consecutive sleep right now so the house is clean, I'm showered, the laundry is folded, and I'm in a great mood. Also I got a C on my biology test this morning, which is superb because it means I'll most likely graduate. :) Gotta love that. Yeah, life is good.