Barf.

So, in case you haven't already picked up on this, I have a pretty dry sense of humor. I tend to be sarcastic. So I was thrilled when my college buddy (and fellow jungle animal) Ethan sent us the onesie you see below. I have been waiting and waiting for her to get big enough to wear it. She still isn't, but after being spit up on approximately 100 times this weekend, and getting a total of about 5 hours of sleep, I was a smidge cranky and decided that putting Lizzy in this would cheer me up:

Yes, that's a leg chop. But it's my own kid and not a professional shot, so I'm allowed. Especially when she's making that 'sheesh, not me ma!' face. Don't let her fool ya. She barfs on the best of 'em.