Maybe this is something that only applies to me since I have a skinny baby. Does anyone else get excited when they pick up their baby and he or she feels noticeably heavier? I start telling myself that I’m doing an awesome job of feeding him, or his hit an amazing growth spurt or something.
And every time, it’s just a giant poop. Every. Time.
Notice that I didn’t actually draw the poop. That’s because I’m classy.