So, Kirin was sitting at the computer desk this afternoon, eating some chicken soup (surprise surprise!).   I’d just changed Tristan, and he seemed to be curious about what was going on over there – so I carried him over to say “hi”.  Of course, as I get near, Tristan cleverly decides that he needs to puke a bit, and sprays her and the chair she’s sitting in down.  Way #37 that you know you’re getting used to having a kid:  I wiped her & the chair down with a burp cloth, and she went back to eating her soup as if nothing happened.

I think Tristan’s just jealous because he still only gets milk.   Or perhaps he’s protesting the salt content, one of the two.