Pas de Doo

Sophie and Genevieve are off to a good start. Genevieve thinks she is really cute and alternately calls her "My big sister" and "My little baby." We usually remind her that she is the big sister but that is just semantics. Sophie on the other hand just sits there and sleeps. Unless she is crying because she wants food. Which she does quite a bit because like most newborns she is eating between every 1.5 and 3 hours. Fortunately for me, I'm out of the loop this time due to having no ability to feed her; late night feedings are solely Carrie's responsibility. At first the crying bothered G but she has learned that it is just Sophie's way of communicating. Hopefully this attitude will keep up.

Sophie just had her first checkup and is 90th percentile for height (20 1/2") and weight (8 lbs 13 oz). Which surpasses Genevieve at this same point in her development. She's even surpassed her birth weight which is uncommon to happen so quickly. Hopefully the new growth trends won't closely match G because they don't make infant car seats that big.

The other night while I was lightly dozing (just because Carrie is the one feeding her doesn't mean I don't wake up); I heard a strange noise. There were several muffled grunts followed by what can only be described as compressed air shooting a hose full of oatmeal into a cotton bag followed by a contented sigh. This unfortunate description isn't too far from the truth. The mess was revolting and required an outfit change. Carrie neglected to wake me but told me all about it in the morning.

The next day I was preparing lunch; Genevieve was playing in the play-pen; Carrie was feeding Sophie. G told me that she didn't want lunch because she was still playing. This is usually a sign that she is actually pooping and doesn't want to admit it. When Carrie was finished we sat down for lunch but Genevieve refused to join us. Sophie was napping in a little basket beside the table. Sophie began to squirm and wiggle and grunt. I guess the hose was full again because soon enough there was an explosive pop followed by the wet splat of muck. Carrie quickly put her finger on her nose. Believe me, this game works better when there are more than two people around. I picked her up and brought her into the bathroom for a diaper change. Unfortunately I forgot two of the basic rules of newborn diaper changes.

1. Wait until you are certain they have finished
2. Be sure to keep the business end covered unless absolutely necessary

I'm used to changing G. She does her business and then waits until you change her. Not a new born. Not 2 seconds after I had removed her coverings did a delicate fountain spray through the air dripping on the changing pad, bath mat, and floor. It would have been almost romantic if it weren't goopy, brown, foul smelling and coming out of my new daughter's behind. "Uhh, Carrie, I think I need a little help." With four hands we quickly cleaned this one up, fortunately no outfit change was required, when a little voice from the other room says, "Daddy, you should change my diaper now so that I can eat lunch."

*sigh*