Margot just spit up on me. I think I'm officially a Dad. Snif.
Counting the first real diaper-escaping poopsplosion this afternoon, which Grandma Smith was holding her for but Christi discovered (how'd THAT get on her SHOULDER?), I think we're both in.
Milestones. Snif.
Congratulations. Treasure these sticky, colorful moments.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I demand credit for coining "poopsplosion".