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Peanut totally cheesed me this morning as I was putting on his jacket. He got my shirt, jeans, shoes, the sofa, and the rug. So I reek now, and every time I move my arm, I smell spit-up. Sigh. This is why I have put away all my dry-clean only attire and only wear things that can go in the wash.
I long for the day when he stops spitting up. Otherwise I'm going to have to start wearing coveralls.
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ReplyDeleteIt's also nice when you don't notice you have spit up on you until your husband points it out. By then it's all dried and crusty. Yum!
This, too, shall pass. We thought max would never stop gacking...hence his nick-name, Gak-beast. He's pretty much over it. It gets much better with solid foods and sitting up more...
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