Ezri made her first solid turd today.
Now I am officially one of those parents who talks about her child’s poop.
In addition to the turd, Ezri also played on the swings at the park and giggled while playing tambourine to Beck on the stereo.
I think Ezri has rhythm. We can hope she inherited that from Eric. My rhythm is terrible.
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September 25th, 2009 | Uncategorized
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What, no picture of the turd?
It’s still in the diaper champ. Don’t temp me.
yuk, yuk, yuk — and tears roling down the face
Way to go, Ezri!
And keep up the good tambourine rhythms, too.
Someday, Ezri will love that the Internet knew this. And by “love,” I mean “be mortified.”
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