The only difference in my closet is that the spit-up clothes are hanging up on the side hooks of the closet, not neatly filed on a hanger.
Oh, things are definitely less-spit-up-upon now. Yet there are the days when the baby food remnants from a sneeze after an orange purée of something, the dribbles from a snotty nose, and the loose-fitting bottle lid drips adorn whatever chosen garment protects me.
Small price to pay for the cuteness of those little gems, and I wouldn’t change a thing!
You are a much younger looking grandma though 🙂
Although I think I resemble this one on many days!