baby monitor

yesterday, a dear friend flew out from new york and surprised g for his birthday.

after we put ollie to bed the three of us sat down at the dining room table to enjoy some fresh crab.

the sound of waves crashing from ollie's white noise machine played softly in the background.

then ollie started pooping, grunting like he was in labor and thanks to the baby monitor, we all heard it, grunt for grunt. dinner at our house is always a classy affair.