You remember when Nyla was first born, how she was constipated all the time? How we had to "massage" her to get her to poop? How it was imperative that we give her extra water to soften her up so she would poop? Yeah, that's not the case anymore. We could call Nyla a poop machine. It seems like every diaper we change, there's a little surprise for us! Hooray.
She wakes up, poop.
She eats breakfast, poop.
She plays in her playroom, poop.
She wakes up from her nap, poop.
And it goes on and on. I'm not going to complain though. I like her being regular! I also like not having to give her heinous prune juice bottles all the time.
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