We were attempting to get a sweet football Sunday picture with baby Olive this past weekend, and well. We sort of did? We had a family member get Olive this very cool Carolina Panthers onesie, so baby and dad could match when it came to Sunday afternoons in the Cash house.
The first picture went well and then all hell broke loose. I was holding baby girl when she launched spit up every where. Thankfully Mimi was right there to capture the damage on tape. I think at some point every single parent has been in this situation, right?