Down he goes...
And then back up again!
All that rolling can be tiring on a little guy! His arm starts to slide down...
and there goes his head.
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Way back in the day before I had kids of my own, I used to get so grossed out by their baby food and drool. Even if it barely touched me, I had to go wipe it off immediately. When Isabelle was born, I was still a little stand-offish with these things, but definitely not quite so bad where I would go running for a towel to wipe off with. Now, it doesn't bother me a bit. My clothes stay dirty with baby food until I wash them. I don't have time to clean my shirts in-between washes anymore. And a burp rag for spit-up or drool? I just use my shirt sleeve since it's more convenient (and most likely dirty already with baby food). Of course, when it warms up and I start wearing short sleeves, this may pose a problem. When that happens, maybe I'll just take pictures of the drool instead.
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