Good Luck

After a spectacularly bad week at work I was hoping to see improvement in my fortunes this weekend.

Moments ago, after a lengthy "tummy time" session, I picked Ryan up for a cuddle since he had worked quite hard at looking around and rolling over. (tough job, eh?). And somehow, through sheer luck, I managed to close my mouth one millisecond before Ryan spit up massively. If my mouth had been open... well... Let's just say it would have been bad. Very, very bad.

I have never been so thrilled to have the front of my shirt covered in vomit.

Here's to more lucky moments for me!