Okay, we all know it isn't safe to shake a baby. Or any child for that matter. But, I can't resist holding mine over my head and looking up at that smiling little face. Drool dripping from above like syrup from a pancake. And it is just so hysterical when they laugh as you throw them up into the air and catch them on their way down. They lose their breath, they catch it, you laugh, they laugh, it's all fun and games until someone gets thrown up on. In this case it was my head, face, neck, and shirt. I knew better. I always have. I fuss at my husband when he jiggles her around and rough houses with her. "Stop that you'll make her sick." "Don't do that or you'll be sorry," I say. But never once has he ever been thrown up on. So, against my better judgement, I played that silly little game tonight. Long enough, I thought, after dinner to keep the dinner down. BUT, much to my surprise, dinner did not stay down. Nope. Dinner threw itself all over the side of my face. Splat! On about the third toss I was tossed upon. And so delightful, too, that I shall add the matching photos to the post. ENJOY! And remember, never shake a baby!
