I must have had a bullseye on my chest yesterday. At the store, Andy decided to spit up the milk he had just ingested. All over himself and me. Gross. He spit up a lot as a baby, but somehow the quantities must have been smaller because I don't remember it smelling this bad. I got home, changed shirts and plopped him in the bath only to have him pee on me as I went to put on his clothes. At that point, I handed him off to Bjorn and got in the shower. Afterwards, I proceeded to have a nice glass of wine for my efforts. It tasted quite good.