Rollercoaster Ride, Part 2

New low point of motherhood:
A tie between taking off my sweater last night and discovering that I had walked around all day with a dried river of spit up down the back, and my referring to the baby as "a huge time suck."

New high point of motherhood:
Milo's new fascination with my face. When I stand next to him as he swings back and forth in his hideously ugly yellow swing or vibrates on his bouncy seat he looks up at me with a look that says, "Are you my mother? I think you are!"