We have a puky, puky baby. He is such a sweet little guy. Really. Truly. The happiest baby you'll ever meet. He'll grin and turn your heart to mush and then spew breast milk all over you.
Check out this clip from the movie, Four Christmases. It's about a couple without children who endure 4 sets of odd relatives over the holidays. This made me laugh out loud. And reminded me of some pretty unpleasant personal experiences with projectile vomiting. Jeff could stand in as Vince Vaghn in this scene.