mr. spit-up boy

when most people see a little baby, they reach out their arms and ask to hold them. but lately, my son has been generating the opposite response. he has become known by family and friends as mr. spit-up boy. after he's nursed, everyone steers clear of him. he has the most amazing projectile spit-up, ala the exorcist. i'm talking, it shoots out about a foot over your shoulder, spraying everything along the way. he has marked our sofa, rugs, hardwood floors, countless clothes. i have to change outfits at least twice a day, because he just coats them.

so now, most people wait until he has thoroughly covered me with spit-up, and then they consider him safe to hold. and even then, they hold him facing outward. there are constant cries of "oh s**t!" in our household, followed by major scrambling and grabbing of burp cloths and paper towels to clean up the mess.

i suppose this is pretty common with babies. it's just that ally didn't really do this much, so we're just not used to it. i hope he gets over this soon. until then, i'll be sporting a streak of white down the front and back of the left side of my shirt.

** check out Mr. Spit-up Boy in action.