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WEDNESDAY APRIL 18 2007
WEDNESDAY APRIL 18 2007
Here is an actual conversation between me and Nate:

N: “Theo smells like butt.”

H: “Ew. No, he smells like a crotch.”

N: “Butt.”

H: “Crotch.”

Turns out, we were both wrong. He smells like feet.

Essentially, our little rolly polly boo has athlete's foot in the fat folds of his neck. (That’s my boy!) The doc was all, yeah, you need to wash and dry him better. Put some Lotrimin on him twice a day.

How awesome of a mom am I? I have the smelly kid! Ugh. For the record, it’s hard to keep a fat neck clean. It’s a drool and spit up magnet. Plus, it’s not even a real neck. It’s more like his cute little head is screwed onto his torso.
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