poop poop and poop

I was just trying to think about what to blog about for today when Geoff said, "come help, he pooped." As I walked up the stairs I said "you did not learn your lesson yesterday?"

See, yesterday when Geoff was getting ready to give Christophe his bath, he did not think about checking the diaper to make sure there was no poop. He just took it off and, to his surprise, we had a naked poopy baby crawling around and Geoff with a poopy finger, so he called for help. I just assumed the same had happened again.

I was wrong. This time we had a baby and a papa taking their usual bath together when baby decided to poop in the tub. :-)

Thank you Christophe for giving me something to blog about.

A Lost Krzr Afternoon

We ventured out in the snowstorm to go to With Child on Pape, to look into pump rentals. After that, we popped around the corner to Shopper's, for a few supplies. Between With Child and Shopper's, we could tell the snow was hitting hard. By the time I prepared the car for the return trip, I couldn't get the whole car clean before finding that the window I started with couldn't really be seen through, even the back window with the wire in-glass heater. The trip home was a little tense.

Upon arriving home, Pierrette discovered that her KRZR cellphone had made a suicide jump out of its holster on her new diaper bag. We called it a few times and poked around in the car, but no dice. After looking a few more places and feeding Christophe, I headed back out into the snow. I found it outside Shopper's in a snowbank, still working fine (and thus responsive to being called to locate it). Hooray for devices that answer when you call.

I made up for the miserable evening by picking up some pizzas at Magic Oven. Christophe added to the excitement with a sequel I call The Triumphant Return of Poop (US Title: Pop III: The Revenge). That makes three, if you're counting. Tomorrow morning's the next round of bilirubin testing. Fingers crossed.