Poop, poop, poop

Since bringing Jackson home almost two weeks ago, we've suffered from sleep deprivation, a loss of any schedule whatsoever, but most of all we've discovered you can look at a little one for hours on end and never grow tired of it. And in the midst of all of this, we've laughed and smiled more than we ever thought possible.



Take for example Jack's first bath at home. Now let me go back a bit here. Since my surgery, it's been a bit painful to laugh, and one night as we were watching a movie, I was finding it hard to not laugh and I told Dan I should come up with a word I could say to replace laughing. Dan jokingly said, "Why don't you say 'poop'" each time. Well, as we started to bathe Jack the next day, I realized I forgot a new diaper. I walked out to get one and when I got back, Jack had peeded directly into Dan's eye and then redirected to hit a picture on the wall at least 4 feet away. (Impressive, eh?) Dan was sitting there laughing and all I could do was say, "poop, poop, poop." Then I realized that I forgot a wash cloth to wash his face with, so I walked out to get it and when I returned, Dan has the same expression on his face as when he peeded. But...it wasn't pee this time...I looked down and in his hand Dan had a handful of...poop. "Poop, poop, poop, poop...!!!" indeed.