my daughter is a turkey

I’m convinced Ellie is part turkey.

She gobbles when she latches on

And she flaps her right arm up and down like it’s a wing in rapid fashion while eating.

If you’ve been keeping tabs, this officially means our daughter is part meatloaf, part torpedo, part little baby, part beast-child with huge feet (poor girl we thought she was a boy for awhile), part super woman, part cow, and now… drum roll please… part turkey.

And because I really do love my child and believe she is stunningly beautiful, let the record show that as of these past few days especially – she is part angel as well.

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