“Some babies do that.” said the nurse last week.
Ben puked (way different than spit-up) at least once a day each day last week, and this evening, he puked again. This time, instead of just himself, blanket, or on us, he got it on the table (Doug was holding him while setting the table for dinner), the chair, and the carpet below. This is terrible, just terrible, because the 1/4 teaspoon of puke on the carpet… well, it just means we will have to take out both rooms of “gorgeous” gold-colored trampled dirty oily flattened-pad carpet. Oh darn…