Buttered Popcorn

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Everyone in my family used to think I was crazy because I loved the smell of my baby’s dirty diaper. (Disclaimer — only during the nursing stage of their life.) They thought I was particularly disgusting when I would say, “if I could bottle this up and sell it, this would be the most popular perfume on the market.”   I kid you not…..my babies diapers smelled like buttered popcorn.  You know….the same smell you get when you walk into a movie theater on a hopping night.  I would constantly tell them to smell for themselves, and they would shun me like I had a disease.  I finally got one brave soul, Skills, to take the challenge, and she said, “it really does smell like buttered popcorn!!!”  I am not sure why it took Skylar to convince everyone, but then everyone timidly took a smell, and everyone was amazed.  I was a lone soul in love with Scout’s diaper, and now Navy has everyone on board.  And in case anybody thinks this is totally disgusting, I offer you the challenge.  About twice a day, anyone is welcome to see for themselves.  And I have to be honest…..you too will be a fan.
(Side note:  remember when you were in preschool and got to shake the little baby food jar full of cream for hours and it made butter?  I guess I produce some serious cream!)

New Discovery

At three months, Navy has found her hands.  She just stares and stares.  My favorite is when she is wrapped in a crocheted blanket and gets her little fingers through the holes and just stares in utter amazement.  Talk about sweet.

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Don’t mind the plug that reads “precious”.  It is the only plug that she can partially keep in her mouth because it is totally mini.  And I will take hideous over crying.

Our 12 Hour–er

I proudly announce that I put Navy down last night at 6:30pm.  It wasn’t until 6:30am that she made a peep.  My new favorite number is 12!
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And then we took a bath.