I miss all the good stuff. This morning, Ava came into our room when she got up so she could get some snuggles with Baby Brudder (she HAS to learn to say her th sounds someday). I got up to use the restroom, and while I was down the hall, I could hear L’s breathless laughter burst from our room. I missed the cleanup by the time I returned, but I was told that Ava got caught mid-kiss by a big ol’ stream of spitup from Emmett. The slightly lumpy liquid created a halo around her mouth, and Ava froze in shock until L was able to get to her with a cloth.
The back story here is that, long ago, L threw up IN Poom Poom’s mouth one time when he was lifting her up over his head. Now that’s just gross. Ava got off easy in comparison. No wonder Rachel has always been Poom Poom’s favorite (yes, yes, G.G. I know. It’s only a joke.).
