One of the times Charlie spit up on me today, we were downstairs. I would normally take my shirt off and run upstairs with him but we had the DirectTV guy over fixing our satellite and he doesn't want to see the girls in all their breastfeeding glory.
After I changed Charlie into clean clothes, I realized I didn't want the vomit on my shirt to get on him so I had a brilliant idea: turn my shirt around so the vomit was now on my back. So I did that and wa-la, vomit again on the sweatshirt..even on the hood.
I went outside to show Rob how ridiculous I looked. On my way upstairs to shower, Charlie threw up on my pants.
One time my sister in law told me she could count on one hand the number of times her 1 year old daughter has ever spit up. I didn't know if I should be happy for her, or slap her. Just kidding Kathy, I love you and am happy Carla is not a spitter upper. But, it would be nice to get a break every once in a while!
One reason I'm looking forward to going back to work: not smelling like throw up all day - and wearing makeup.