I know I’ve been M.I.A. on here for awhile – I blame the child!  Just when you sigh a big breath of relief thinking you have succeeded in creating a schedule, she goes and changes it.  These last couple weeks have been crazy!  She’s awake alot longer and that means nothing gets done.  I woke up at 6:00 this morning so I could clean our very neglected shower – I never thought it would come down to this.  Let’s see, what else. . .  oh yea, she’s full on barfed on me twice this week.  Both times first thing in the morning when I’m feeding her in bed.  Full on splatter against the headboard, running down my back, caked in my hair goodness.  Only for Ryan to wake up next to me asking, “what’s wrong?”  Oh nothing – just warm milk blasted at me.  I have post-traumatic stress disorder now – I’m scared shitless when I’m burping her in the morning that I’ve started putting a pacifier in her mouth right after she eats and I hold it so she doesn’t blow it out – I’m hoping it works like a cork.