I was just burping Anja after a feeding. This is, oddly, one of our favorite bonding times during the day. I will make various noises, sing songs, repeat her noises back to her, nuzzle her neck, blow on her hair. After a happy feeding, it all makes her giggle. One of her favorite responses to this is to fling herself upon my neck and squeal.
So today my little game was 5 quick pats on her back and a kiss on her cheek. After several rounds of this, she flung herself forward and made a small noise rather than her usual squeal.
“Anja, did you seriously just lean forward and barf all over me?” I asked. Looking down, I saw that it was more than just a little spot. She had thrown up around my clavicle and it had dribbled down into my shirt and bra. Yay. I followed with, “I love you.”
Not too many people could barf on me and get that as a response.