I don’t know what it is. I don’t know how she does it. And so I feel better about it, I take it as a compliment.
Ellie will be at my mom’s all day and poop maybe once. On the weekend when Aya handles most of the diapers, Ellie will poop maybe once. The rest of the week, all day every day, EVERY time I change her diaper, she has a fresh batch out of the oven waiting for me. “I found the Golden Ticket.” Lucky me…
I’m starting to think she’s more comfortable around me. She’s more relaxed and in-tune with her cycle when I’m around. I’m a calming presence that lets her relax and be herself… and kick back with a magazine for twenty minutes and not be judged. So although she may not squeal in excitement when she sees me, I do smell her excitement.
“Oh hey Dad! (grunt) I’m so glad (grunt) to see (grunt) you (grunnnt) again!”
