Barf Boy

You wouldn't know it from these cute pictures, but Tyler is a puker, barfer, hurler, throw upper, spit upper, etc. There's usually no warning--it just comes out. We always have a burp rag or two handy. So today in church I got plastered not once, not twice, but THREE times. The first time was in Sacrament Meeting. He had just had a bottle and had burped, so I thought I was fairly safe. Well without warning, he threw up on my skirt. No big deal--I just used the burp rag and a baby wipe to clean me up. Then I was holding him in Sunday School. He was hungry again so I gave him another bottle. I had him up on my shoulder to burp him when it started to come out. And wouldn't you know it...the puke went down my shirt--as in down my tank top and into my bra. (Sorry if that's a little too much information.) Anyway, I discreetly used the burp rag to clean myself up. I really thought I was safe after that. Well, a few minutes later I had him back up to my shoulder so he could look around and I got doused AGAIN...same place. This time as I was cleaning myself up, a lady from the row in front of us looked back and probably wondered what the heck I was doing with a burp rag down my shirt. Se la vie!