While I was cleaning up downstairs I hear my wife say "Jason, I need help". Concerned since I've never heard her say that phrase before in regards to our child I ran up stairs and was greeted with a very confused looking baby, a crib dripping with milk, cereal, and oatmeal, floors covered with it, rocker, ... well, let's just say everything.
Poor girl.
Everything gets wiped up and she gets settled down- wasn't crying, wasn't upset... probably just wondered where her dinner went and why she was so hungry.
Momma fed her again in her room instead of ours just in case she got sick again- no need in washing two sets of sheets in one night.
Photos coming- seems to take forever.
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