A great night last night. After a bit of a needy beginning (serious eating frenzy) to the night Micah finally fell asleep around midnight letting Mom sleep for about two hours while Dad flexed the quads up and down on the exercise ball over and over again. Good sleep for him and a good work out for me - it is clear that if I ever fall terribly out of shape Micah will make pay. He then woke for a feeding around 2 and then went back to sleep for three hours. . .yes!
Speaking of solid, Micah's poop is not solid, and nor should it be. No, it is "mustard seedy" - which, we are told, is exactly as it should be. One of the great wonders of this whole thing is the role of poop. It is fairly constant, roughly once every two hours, it is accompanied by terrifically explosive gas (one of our new parent friends likes to say that her babies - twins - tell great fart jokes - and they do), and most impressively they are the medical equivalent to a weeklong wellness check in the hospital. If the poop is doing what it should be doing then he is healthy, simple as that, no more questions needed. And this profound significance of a good poop is precisely why at roughly noon yesterday I ran up the stairs with great enthusiasm to exclaim to Brynn - "HE POOPED MUSTARD, HE POOPED MUSARD SEEDS!!!"
out little mustard maker (could be working one through in this photo)
love,
jw
That's my grandson, doing well with the eating and elimination! I note that the topic of poop (too much or too little, too mushy or too hard, too often or too seldom) seems to be an everlasting and ever-popular item of discussion from infancy through the "senior" years (me thinks in seniors its a matter of a life lacking a more useful focal point, but I digress); the colon does it's job so efficiently (if not always quietly) that the bulk of the time (no pun intended) it seems we pay attention only to the unwelcome "surprises". Hooray for regular poops!
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