...In Sickness and in Health...

Allow me to regale you with our fascinating lives.

For those of you who know, (because you can't really avoid witnessing it,) Bennett has been quite the little spitter since birth. The doctor we had in San Antonio assured us that it was probably a temporary thing that would go away around his first birthday. He offered us some medication to calm the dragon, but not wanting our little boy's pure body to be tainted, we (foolishly) refused.

And life got messy.

For a long time we didn't really mind. We just made sure we always carried a few dozen burp cloths with us, and we got really good at apologizing to innocent bystanders who suddenly found themselves covered in spit-up. However, now that Bennett is eating very colorful solids, and moving, moving, moving, we have suddenly discovered that we no longer care about the purity of his body. We just want clean carpets (and tile, and clothes, and couches, and sheets...)

So last Thursday was THE day. I packed Bennett up, plopped him on the doctor's table, and said, "Do something with this child." "What's wrong with him?" she asked, and Bennett shot an impressive blast of yellow squash onto the clean floor. "I will prescribe him something immediately," she said.

So life has changed for the MUCH better around here. Granted, he is not 100% spill-proof, but we no longer live in constant fear of needing to borrow the janitor's mop when we visit Wal Mart. Which has happened. A few times.

I cannot tell you how happy we (all) are.