Vomit Ick.

Last night I threw up from smelling Griffin's poop. (I blame the poop smell combined with the fact that I had just overeaten at my favorite restaurant Su Chang's.) P.S. Our changing table is way too tall, and I am way too short. Thank God Tom was in the bathroom filling up the tub for Griff's bath, as he came to my rescue so I could spew into the toilet instead of all over the nursery floor, or worse, the baby.