Today Ezra had his first poop that smelled like a grownup poop and not the sweetish breastfed baby poop smell. I'm not sure I'm ready for this. Not the poops but the keen awareness of the swift passage of time.
Since my son is a lousy sleeper (but so great in all other categories) I have no memory and need to write down everything. Now I even make lists of things I want to do or talk about. Sad...
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