Ella had just gotten back from spending the morning with Grammie, so I was excited for some baby cuddles. While my mom and I caught up on their eventful morning, Ella decided to keep things, well....eventful. As I lifted her up in the air (sounds like a rookie mistake, I know), I opened my mouth to make a goofy grin (as you do). It all happened in slow motion. I saw the fountain of white shooting out of her mouth. I gasped and shut my mouth. It was too late. My mouth caught a drip of it, my chin was completely covered (making it look like I was the one who had just "spit up" everywhere) and my sweatshirt was saturated. It was D.I.S.G.U.S.T.I.N.G.!!!!!!!!! Meanwhile, my mom kept chatting away (standing only inches from me and somehow missing all of this nastiness going on) and I had to moan to get her attention. Then, of course, she started laughing uncontrollably and was struggling to get control of herself. She finally ran to the kitchen, grabbed a towel to wipe off my face and took Ella from me (still laughing uncontrollably, of course) so I could go to the bathroom and vomit. Grossest. Thing. Ever.