2 days ago, my daughter learned to spit. Yes, spit.
She is 4 months old, and she thinks it’s hilarious.
Middle of the night breastfeeding session… She pauses and spits on me.
Changing her diaper? Yup, there’s the spit.
And so on.
Every day, she changes. She’s growing up before my eyes and I simultaneously want to hit pause on everything while marveling in the wonder of the next stage.
So this is motherhood, huh?
So keep on spitting, baby girl. But maybe tomorrow, you could learn something a little less messy?