I sit down just a few moments ago to write when my hubby said, "I think he farted," in reference to Luke. "Can you hold him quick while I get a drink?"
It wasn't a fart.
He's now clean and back with his Dad, gurgling and kicking his legs.
I'm starting to think my main functions in life are food maker and poop cleaner. I've earned the title of "food maker" in two ways- I cook the majority of the meals for myself and my husband and not only do I provide milk, but I also make the majority of the bottles. Poop cleaner is also a cherished title since I clean the baby's poopies and will resume the "cleaning the cat box" chore shortly.
Is there an existence more fun than mine? I'm hard pressed to find one.
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