Today Emily did two great things. She gained weight (expected and appreciated) and she pooped. She pooped for the first time in 4 days. It wasn't the benign first poops of life. These are now the real poops of life. Emily, you're going to hate me for this when you're older along with many other things, but your poop stunk up the whole house. And though sometimes really sad things can be gut wrenching, your poop will wrench my gut always and forever. But we still love you more than you know and we can't think of words to describe your face when you are staring at the Christmas tree. We may never take it down.
Happy Birthday auntie Erin!
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