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.