Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Picture the scene.  It is 8:30 pm, And Brian is standing in our room when I walk in and very carefully put the freshly asleep baby down.  I look up and see Brian ... Sniffing.

Brian:  "Did we leave a burp cloth in our room or something?  I swear I smell spit up."

Me:  "It's me.  Brennan spit up on my shirt a couple of times."

Brian:  "Do you maybe want to change clothes?  Or shower or something?"

Me (already crawling into bed):  "No way.  He'll be awake in an hour.  I am going to sleep."

It's like that, friends.

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