The puking that is.  She stopped puking.  It’s a miracle.  One day a couple weeks ago, I realized, “Wait, I’m not doing laundry every day anymore.”  And then I realized that I wasn’t paranoid about nursing anymore, I wasn’t taking bath towels with me when I needed to nurse outside the house, I wasn’t using ktichen towels because we’d used up all the receiving blankets and burp clothes (even though I’d done laundry less than 48 hours before), I wasn’t having to change into at least one extra outfit every day, I wasn’t changing Ellie’s outfit multiple times per day, I wasn’t chanting, “Embrace the spit-up” to reduce the outfit-changing, I wasn’t setting up barricades around myself while nursing in bed… (you get the idea).

I am a much happier mama!

So don’t praise the saints.  Praise the Lord!

And here’s a gratuitous adorable-Ellie shot for you, with blankets from Nana and Auntie Meggan.

A slight addendum – I started writing this blog post at the beginning of the week and since then, we had to use four sleepers in two nights because she spit up on two of them.  Not bad spit-up by her standards, but enough to have to change her.  Nik says I jinxed us but I say that I’m still grateful that she’s “mostly” stopped.  Now it’s just normal baby spit-up and not non-stop puking.  I can handle that.

* A special prize (involving Ellie-cuteness)  to the person who can name the movie that this comes from (intentionally slight misquoted).