Not for the faint of stomach

It was a long night. For reasons known only to my lovely daughter but most probably related to her growing stomach, it was necessary to be awake from 1:30 til about 3:00 -- screaming. Just to clarify: the waking was probably due in some measure to her growing stomach. The continued screaming was due to her will of steel, which met with my will of steel and clashed loudly. Suffice it to say it all ended in the basement in her pack 'n play where Daddy couldn't hear her as well and I could turn lights on. We sat in the dimmed light of the basement -- she screaming and I surfing -- until she finally fell asleep to the drone of the dirt devil, only to wake up at 4 a.m. and demand food. Again. This time I gave in. What the heck, I thought. I haven't been asleep this whole time because I've been having an allergy attack. Why start sleeping now?

And so it went.

At 5:45, when Daddy woke up to get ready for work, I was startled out of my unintended sleep in the rocking chair where I had been nursing BC. BC was contentedly sacked out in my arms. I had a vicious crick in my neck and may or may not have been drooling. Regardless, I put her back down in her pack 'n play and went to make breakfast, intending to stay awake just long enough to pack lunch and get Matt out the door, after which I could sneak back downstairs to the couch and sleep until she woke up.

A brilliant plan, except that she woke up as he left. If she's as timely when she's an adult as she is now, she'll be any employer's dream.

We muddled through the morning, catching a brief nap before 9 a.m., at which time I blearily changed her didie and put her in the exersaucer. Literally two minutes later, I heard quite a remarkable sound from her posterior region and saw her make the "Ahhhhh" face. I thought, "Great. A two-minute diaper. I'll get to that in a minute."

Three minutes later, I looked down and saw this:



I apologize to those of you who don't seek out poo pics on the internet. I just felt that it was necessary to pass along the joy.

I can't begin to tell you the joy that followed that revelation. I won't even try.