Clean up on aisle 2!

The other day Gideon threw up on me. 5 times. Between the two of us, we made an entire 2 loads of laundry! This was before 5 pm. What can I say? My kid likes to puke. What gets me is that while being thrown up on isn't the most pleasant experience, it doesn't really bother me. If you knew me BG (before Gideon) you'd know that I was rather anal about cleanliness, and that's putting it mildly. I have to shower before going to bed, and I can't walk around without socks on in the house. Freaks me out. I used to have an all inclusive pass in elementary school to wash my hands as many times as I needed to. It was part of my OCD, and some days it was about 30 plus times a day. No joke. So, the fact that someone can actually throw up on me and not send me into a panic is really quite good! I think I am changing. Calming down. I am proud of me! A little puke ain't no big thang now. Wow!! And that's good because puking is right up there with crying and upside down kisses on the list of things Gideon loves to do. It wouldn't be bad if it came with a little bit of warning, like "hey mom, getting ready to spit, watch out!", but no. No warning. I could have a completely happy kid who hasn't eaten for hours giggling, wiggling and being generally awesome and bam- we're both covered in spit. Thanks buddy. It's not reflux, it's not an issue, it's just spit. Apparently some babies like to do this. A lot. Count my guy in. I've started telling people that if he spits on you, he's just showing you he likes you. He's a very social guy! I hear that it mostly goes away around 1 year of age. Counting down the minutes until I can let my guard down a bit. Until then, I wait, I know it's coming. Any minute now...