Music in my life

Ben has a little song to share with everyone:

poopy baby girl
you're so poopy
poop poop poop
poop poop poop
icky little baby
you're so icker
ickick ICK ick
such a stinky baby
I love my baby girl
ick ick ick
poop poop poop
(repeat (and repeat) and fade out as he is sent to his room until he's had enough)

In related news, Laurel started solids last week, thereby closing the chapter of our lives that involved (relatively) sweet, breastfed-baby poop.