Labor Day

I don't have much to say today. I just wanted to record for posterity an occasion which I'm pretty sure few parents have ever witnessed.

Today, Baby J spit up on her back.

Here's how it happened: I was sitting with her on the front steps of our house when suddenly, though not unexpectedly, I felt the warm, regurgitated goo which has become a part of my daily life since Baby J made her debut. I looked down to see that somehow the "lava flow" had trickled down the back of her shirt and on to the backside of her pants, a complete reversal of how it usually goes. I had not witnessed her spitting up directly but, unmistakably, she had done in backwards. The breast of her shirt was unsullied.

She must have had a Linda Blair moment there. Maybe my baby is possessed. Either way, you have to be impressed. I mean, you try it. Spitting up on your back. Physically, I can't understand how it happened.

But it did happen and I have the soiled baby shirt to prove it.

That is all.

Listening To: From the Soil to the Soul by Tommy Guerrero