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2015, May: Things I Never Said Before

Declan has inspired me to utter many strange comments and questions. Most are directed at Christian, some are to Declan, and a couple are at daycare:
  • Has he done his giant poop yet today?
  • Where did I put the emergency nipple?
  • Is poop coming out the sides?
  • Baby vomit isn't that gross.
  • Baby pee on the wall is better than cat pee.
  • Oh good, he farted. That means he's still alive.
  • It's only vomit. I'll brush it out.
  • Yay! Poop!
  • Please try to make dinner without making a sound.
  • Do you think we need to upgrade nipples?
  • Yay! Burp!
  • Was that a dry burp or a wet burp?
  • What color was his poop today?
  • Can you come here and look at his penis?
I think we'll leave it there.

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