Ready… Aim…

It's been a little while since we've had time to write much on the blog (though the twitter posts have been pretty consistent these days) but an event happened today that simply can't go untold. After a bit of a fussy afternoon Elijah went to stay with his Grammy and PaPa for a few hours. Apparently (so the tale goes) PaPa was holding him as they were preparing to bring him home. The ever adoring Grammy reached out to take Eli and was, of course, all smiles.

Then, time stopped. Not all of time, mind you, just most of it. The part that didn't stop allowed Eli's belly to rumble and tumble as his last meal quickly traveled up his little throat, out from between his little lips, and across a majestic arc spanning the void between his mouth and Grammy's unprepared (and apparently wide open) smile. Now things might have been okay except that time chose that precise moment to resume making Grammy fully aware of everything that had just transpired and, quite understandably, she was... displeased. PaPa on the other hand was quite amused. Apparently as bad as the stuff smells when it comes back up it tastes even worse. Good thing it was just formula!