I know it's going to be bad when she grunts and pushes for a bit and nothing comes out right away. And then all at once, explosion. Of course this happens right after I change her wet diaper. This child of mine is hilarious when she poops. Call me immature, but I can't help but laugh when she grunts, pushes, and gets red in public. And I swaer it happens at the most inappropriate times: at the vet's office as she is talking to me about Harvey's possible food allergy, at church during prayer, at a restaurant while the waiter is taking our order. Maybe it is the uncomfortableness of the situation, or the embarrassment that gets me; whatever it is I get the shoulder shaking giggles.
Well enough of that sh*t, literally.
Berklee has been a rockstar at tummy time. She is doing more than just sucking her hand and lying there. She is pushing herself up, kicking her legs, and screaming. Yup, she discovered she has a high pitched yell. It's cute. Even cuter when Matt matches that shrill yell so that she does it back. I love them. Harvey likes tummy time too, he lays right next to her and then when I pick her up after she is done, he licks up her drool.
Soon she will be rolling over. It will be fun to see how Harvey reacts when she starts rolling/crawling towards him.
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