Parenting is Magical.
After many weeks of stressing over whether Macallan would poop, even resorting to buying a Costco-sized supply of Frida fart sticks, we’ve finally found a foolproof solution: just hop in the bath with him. I’m 2 for 2.
Bonus points if he throws up in your mouth when you lean in for a kiss.
Ask me how I know.
( Note: My posts will be coming in fun-sized bites because the baby has made it very clear that long stretches of uninterrupted thought are no longer part of my lifestyle.)
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