spit up and smiles

i've had a crummy evening. the spit up was flying. i mean little J hardly wore an outfit for more than ten minutes from 4:30 until 7pm. finally i decided to let her just wear her diaper since it was almost bathtime. well, we went through a dozen washcloths, ten more burpcloths, and even some paper towels. and my kitchen was a wreck. i feel like i clean it every day although i know i don't. anyway, i was bummed. *sigh*

the funny thing is all i have to do is spend six or seven quality minutes with my little girl and get her to smile at me and i forget about being bummed. life starts over.