Say Hello To Henry - Day 9

Henry is nine days old today. He sleeps. He feeds. He - howdoyousay - poops. Non-stop. Trying to account for soiled diapers, as new parents are supposed to, is near impossible as Henry's day comprises basically one, long, continuous bowel movement. I hope for Henry's sake that the internet devolves or evolves such that these words are no longer available for him to read in ten years or so... but it is true. The kid can shit.

In light of Henry's digestive successes, continued weight gain and eating habits - no one seems to be too concerned about his continued yellow hue and associated (minor) lethargy. In the meantime, if that means minimal crying and relatively easy nights - we'll take it as long as we can, so long as the guy is not in any danger. Having typed that, I'm sure I just jinxed myself...

At the same time, Little Miss is starting to become something of a ham. More specifically, a dancing ham. Even more specifically, a Feist- and Jackson 5-loving dancing ham; "Play the one, two, free, four kong, Daaad!" Then she proceeds to gallop and spin around the kitchen, while squealing and laughing, and moreso when there are people are to watch and encourage her. Thankfully, Henry is a pretty sound sleeper and snores through these daily evening recitals.

Finally, to tie everything together, the funniest word in Lydia's world: "poop". And lately, she's been hearing that word quite a bit. "Tee-hee-hee... poop."