Yep, blast that Eve… I’m not sure what to assign to her sin and what not… but I’m going to go ahead and hypothesize that it wasn’t just the monthly stuff, it wasn’ t  just the horrible things that happen to your body when the Lord is growing that baby inside you, but  its also the worst part about having a new born around!  No, it’s not the lack of sleep, the constant nursing or the biting that always seems to signal “full” or even the messy diapers. No, it’s the spit up!
Diapers are gross, sure, but that’s just it, they are in a diaper,  not so tough to clean up, and rarely (well, semi-rarely) does it ever squish out. But Spit up!?!?  Spit up happens, and it happens A LOT!!  Sure it’s kind of predictable… but then again Ziva doesn’t seem to follow the rules.  Sure, when I’m burping her she does spit up a bit… but she takes FOREVER to burp, and even then she is a tricky one!  She’ll burp good and loud and strong, enough to make any man proud!!! Which would lead one to believe that they got the bubbles out…  but often, and i mean often, it’s five, ten, fifteen or however many minutes after she’s eaten that it begins… spitting like there’s no need for nourishment!  Today has been one such day… I reek, and I mean reek of spoiled milk. “Just change your clothes” … I hear it, you’re thinking it, and I’ve heard it!! HOWEVER, I’ve been spit up so many times today, and changed my outfits three times already and just put on the next fresh outfit (shirt AND PANTS I might add!), and already I’ve been spit up on!! It’s gross… really gross! And so much! I didn’t even know she ate that much!!!! Geeessshhhh…. At least I’m doing laundry today and can fit most of these outfits in still.
The poor baby has a cold, she’s sneezing like crazy, and when she spits up often it will come out her nose, so I know she’s miserable… and I do feel bad for her. Vienna also has a bad cold, at least Vienna can’t smell it!! But I’m sure I went to bed last night smelling of spit up as Ziva had spit up all down my back yesterday and I was too tired to take a shower… humm… maybe that’s why Sam’s wishing he had the cold! ha ha ha… anyway…  I’m sure the Lord originally wouldn’t have designed it to be yucky, so i guess that’s what got me thinking this must be part of the curse I’m going to run now so that the blue lighting doesn’t strike me dead! ha ha ah… this has been yet another rambling abstract post, brought to you by yours truly, Melissa “Ramble Bamble” Bible But today you can just call me Stinky!