An exciting new bodily function combo emerged today. Much like the Cough-Cry of a couple weeks back, this one was both loud and surprising, if a little less heartwarming.
Miles hiccups often. So often, in fact, that I occasionally call him “Otis,” after Mayberry’s lovable town drunk. He went one farther tonight, combining one in his series of hiccups with a heaping portion of spit-up. It was cute for all of a split second, before instinct kicked in and I reached for the nearest rag (fortunately, my clothing had gotten between him and the couch).
While the Spit-up-Hiccup was endearing enough, I do hope appearances are limited.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 