Today I got together with four other women from my company, all of whom gave birth within six or eight weeks of each other. As always, it was a lot of fun and included tips on un-freezing milk, mentions of new cloth diaper advances, an Amazing Rolling Baby (tip of the hat to young C.V.) and an excellent photo session in which I inadvertently let someone else's daughter plunk sideways on the couch.
The most intriguing moment for me came when someone put forth the opinion that babies'...discards...at this age smell like either buttered popcorn or oatmeal. Both ideas sounded nuts to me -- it all just smells like formula to my nose -- but a few moments ago J filled her diaper, and I must admit:
Buttered popcorn, baby.
Really.
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