So today was Doodlebug’s official due date. And yet, here he is, almost three weeks old. I can’t imagine what it would have been like had he made it till today. Things worked out so much better with his early arrival, with Adam being off for a week and a half. But it feels like a milestone, making it to September 10. I’m going to celebrate with some frozen yogurt (I’m currently off of chocolate, as it seems it makes Doodlebug gassy). Doodlebug celebrated with his first real poo bomb (which inspired a round of the Tom Jones’s song “Poo Bomb,” but beyond, “Poo bomb, poo bomb. You’re my poo bomb!” we couldn’t remember any of the other words). A celebratory day all around.
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