Tonight we had another great moment. Neilan was going to bed and little Tessa (or as I'm thinking of renaming her 'I'm never going to sleep - not now, not ever') and I were tucking him in. We were laying together in Neilan's bed cuddling with Tessa in the middle. She was trying very hard to hug us at the same time with those little arms of hers. Neilan was laughing at Tessa and she was giggling at him and I tell you all was completely and sublimely right with the universe in those wonderful moments. And then... Tessa threw up.
I guess tummies full of formula and attacks of the giggles with your big brother don't mix.