When babies poop

Ava is a very, very good baby. Other than the first 6 weeks of her life, when she had untreated reflux and screamed nonstop, she has been a dream. Good sleeper, all smiles, extraordinarily cute, BUT...she has a poop issue.

Just after she was born, I was changing her diaper (with Caroline, thank God) and I lifted her little leg and the poop started flowing. She was like a miniature human soft serve machine. Every time I lifted her leg, more poop. It took two of us to keep it from escaping the changing table and creating a poop lava flow on to the floor. Two weeks later, at home, KC was changing her diaper and she shot poop across the room--hitting him enroute and showering our bedroom drapes (which we then referred to as the diahrrea drapes).

Since then she regularly has epic blowouts. We've developed a ranking system to decribe them to one another: 90 degrees mean it shot up the back and out of the diaper, 180 means out the front and back, and 360 is, of course, around the world.

I ask you, doesn't it seem amazing that a person who weighs not much more than a bag of flour and can't sit up by herself has the abdominal power to shoot liquid poop 6 feet across the room? I'm sure there's a biological explanation, but it still seems impossible.

Barbie and the Diamond Castle (aka: Not a post about Barak Obama)

Obama? Yer mama!

Actually, like Colin Powell, I cried. I'm glad and I think he'll do a good job. That's that.

In other news, Sophie is obsessed with Barbie and the Diamond Castle. She's singing the words to the theme song outside our office door as I write...

"If I could wish for one thing, it'd be the smile that you bring..."

This is one of those "all things" movies. The development team sat down and said, "What are all of things that little girls like and how can we fit them into one movie?" The answer? Singing, guitar-playing best friends, a princess, twin brothers, a puppy named Sparkles and, yes, a diamond castle.

It's a turd, much like the turd I found on the carpet last week. (When I asked Sophie about the turd, she told me not to worry because she'd gotten it out of her pants herself.)

I know that everyone says it goes too fast and that there will come a time when I miss their baby and preschooler days, but hear me now, I will not miss turds on my carpet. I will also not miss Barbie and the Diamond Castle.