Last night, I did something I KNEW I shouldn't have. Every time you talk to a parent, they talk about that one time where either they or their spouse got spit up on their face, or better, in their mouth because they were holding the baby above their head. I have heard these stories SO many times lately, I am convinced that parents should have learned by now that you just don't hold your baby above your head. Of course, lately, I've begun holding Jace above my head. He likes it, it makes him smile and I'm sure he'll start giggling over it too.... Well, last night I got my spit up story. Jace is a big time drooler. One of his new nicknames is the drool monster. Every time I hold him over my head, he will have a drool droplet hanging out of his mouth. If I act fast enough, I can wipe it off or put him down before it lands on me. Last night, I didn't.... I saw the drool coming for me, one long string headed straight for my face and I moved him out of the way just as it hit my face. I had a drool mustache extending from one ear to the other; MMMmmmMM! And no, of course I haven't learned my lesson.
He even obliged us with a drool photo for the family photo shoot! |
It's gotten cold here lately, so I've had to start bundling him up. This is a little sooner than I expected, so he hasn't quite grown into his winter suit yet. It's really cute to see him in this oversize suit, and watch the confusion on his face when he can't properly suck on his fists...