I have heard of the fountain of youth. Alex is the fountain of barf. He spits up all the time. There is no amount of digestion time that will ensure you will not get splattered with spit up. And if he doesn't have any formula in his belly, no matter! He will just spit up something pretty much clear if he is excited enough. You know it's something of note when his Grandma compares him to a puppy that pees on the floor when it is excited.
The thing that kills me is that it isn't anywhere near predictable. Sometimes if you bounce him around he barfs, sometimes not. And then there are those special times when he is just sitting there and a geyser of formula comes out for no apparent reason whatsoever. That last one would be what happened mid-photo shoot on Sunday at Grandpa and Grandma's. In some he has on a bib...which has entered his wardrobe as a necessary accessory. But, being the wise mother I am, I decided to take the bib off for the pictures. One picture later...barf. Which is why in every picture beyond #4 there are two noticeable barf streaks down the front of his shirt. (The link to the pictures is being a jerk so I will post the pictures a bit later.)
I've said it before...it's a good thing he's cute.
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