In the past few days, Aurora has experienced an unusual amount of queasiness, which rectifies itself in sometimes long-distance barfing. This morning we spent an hour, our last hour of the night (even though it was 8-9 am), having a delicious bottle of fresh milk. Once we lay down in bed for our last catnap of the night, everything came up. Damn.
Here is a photo right before the incident. Her spit-up goatee should be an indication of the impending chunder.