Julie puts Lyla in the sink after a bath. She brushes her hair and talks to her. It's so cute that you almost want to puke.
Speaking of puke, our house was not the place to be this morning. Lyla woke up early, chugged a bottle, and immediately spewed the whole thing. "Did you burp her?" Julie asked in a tone I'd describe as borderline murderous. My instinct for self-preservation kicked in, so I said, "Yes, absolutely!" when the truth was more like, "Yeah, sorta."
Okay, the real truth was, "No, but her stomach rumbled and I thought it was a burp." How was I supposed to know that the rumble was actually the windup before the pitch?
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