Today is my 31st birthday, and Merrill gave me poop. Literally. At 5am, as I opened her diaper to change her, she chose that exact moment to let it fly. It got on me, on her, on the changing table, the walls, the bed, and the floor.
And I couldn't have cared less.
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I marked difference between 31 and 30 I think/hope. Happy Birthday, A. Betting that cupie doll of a child you've made feels much better and I'm hoping someone's made you a cake!
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