Tuesday was interesting. Both of my cameras were recharging so I don't have many pictures of the days events and for at least part of it you'll be happy about that. Things got off to a little bit of a rough start, Graeme can be a finicky eater and if he's not ready, well he's not going to eat. So aside from some small concern about his eating habits it is a bit of a bummer for Jenn. She is committed to breastfeeding and we've been preparing for this or the past nine months, so it can be a bit frustrating. We got through it, but we're going to see our lactation consultant today to make sure we have the proper form and get some more pointers for Jenn and Graeme.
After our morning feeding issues the day got much better when lunch from Balduccis was delivered to our front door. Thanks Mom!! Jenn and I enjoyed a very nice lunch with Graeme on our deck. It was an absolutely beautiful day with great food and our most precious little guy. It doesn't get any better!!! For lunch Jenn and I split a turkey, apple and Brie sandwich, a ham, Gorgonzola and pear sandwich, tomato, basil and Mozzarella salad and an Asian noodle salad. It was all excellent! I also had a monster cookie from Balduccis after dinner, my watching what I eat has been difficult since Graeme arrived and yesterday it was completely out the window. I've been eating NYC bagels every morning, lots of pasta and a few too many sweats since the 18th (an entire package of Licorice All-Sorts). Gotta buckle down and get back to eating right! I think we'll make dinner tonight and get back on track.
The real excitement came a little later int he day, just before Mom and Gary dropped in for a visit. I had been in the yard, plating an Azalea bush that Jenn's Dad gifted us to commemorate Graeme's birth. It now has a special place in our back yard. Hopefully, it will grow and flourish at our home, just like Graeme. Anyway, I digress from the main events of the afternoon. I had just finished in the yard and came in to find Jenn changing Graeme. He had just had one of his seven poops. So trying to be the involved father I want to be, I offered to help with Graeme. Jenn was all for it as Graeme had not only pooped in his diaper, but also let loose in the changing station so the baby poop quotient was quite high and Jenn was happy to be relieved of this job. I strode in, all confident and cocky that I could handle the situation. Grab a wipe, clean my boy and re-wrap no problems, I've done this like 10 times already. Now in the beginning his first few days of poop are a black tar like substance, Meconium, that though not to appealing to the eye does not smell. That has all changed, we have blown through (literally) Graeme's green phase and are now squarely in the mustard phase. Just before I took over, Graeme felt the need to relieve his bladder! Now, we have these things called pee pee tee pees, but of course they are upstairs in Graeme's room. Excellent move parents of the year. I approached Graeme's potent end, grabbed his little ankles like a trussed chicken lifted his butt and uttered these fateful words, "Jenn if this kid poops on me I might freak out." Well right on cue, as Graeme's bum was lifted and tilted for optimum trajectory and without warning Graeme projectile pooped!! Now, if he had pooped I could believe that, but it was like he had saved it up until it was under intense pressure and then popped the cork! It must be baseball season, because I instinctively shot out my hand trying to catch this deluge of mustard poop like it was a line drive driven straight back at the pitcher. It was a reflex, I'm guessing to protect myself??? At any rate I ended up with a poop covered hand and Graeme had managed to get poop all over the changing table, the floor and on our entertainment center. You might be saying to yourself, that's odd to mention the entertainment center, calling it out as if it were significant. Well, it is only because it is over six feet away from where his bum was when it went off! My friend Nathan Zee sent out a family letter last year and it had a top ten list of baby myths. One of them was that when it's your baby, getting poop on your hand is not disgusting. He claimed that myth as busted, I can confirm it is a myth, I was totally grossed out. Jenn, thought the whole scene was hilarious, she nearly pulled her stitches laughing so hard! I have to admit we both got a good laugh out if it and Graeme looked so proud of himself. I wish we had it on video, we'd be a YouTube sensation without doubt.
Here's a picture of Graeme in one of his crab outfits, trying to blend into his bassinet (get it? he looks like his is part of the bassinet mattress). We're off to the library and the lactation consultant in a few. Talk to ya later.
Peace
