Poop.

Yeah. That's right. Poop.

The first time the Animalia pooped in the hospital it coincided with Grandma Lori's visit. Da was supposed to change the first poop as I would have just given birth. Fair trade, right? But Grandma Lori was there and took care of it. We had heard and read about the first poops, meconium, black tarry sticky badness. We were still unprepared. First of all, everything we'd read said "the first couple of times or so." So when she was still pooping like that for a couple of days it was horrible (and slightly alarming). Hey, we'd never done this before. So when she'd poop it was a THING. One time she even kept pooping as we were changing the diaper. In our exhaustion we just laughed in complete horror. I think that was her second day of life. We were at my parents' house. Me, Jimmy and my mom were ALL changing her diaper. And she just kept pooping a black tarry fountain of poop. Poor Animalia, two days old and everyone's just standing there laughing at her.

So what got me reminiscing about poop? Well... The Animalia doesn't poop that frequently anymore. Apparently breastfed babies sometimes just don't. But she doesn't poop so much that a couple of months ago we had to introduce small amounts of watered down juice just to help things along. Now we're getting ready to introduce food. She's ready. She's more than doubled her birthweight 16lbs 1oz a couple of weeks ago when she had a cold and we took her to the doctor. She keeps trying to grab our food and seems a little more hungry now. She's almost 24 weeks old. I'm looking forward to it in some ways because I love to see her grow and change but in other ways I'm not. Nursing her, though sometimes inconvenient, is nice. I realize that she'll still be nursing with the first foods but this time, her first six months, has just passed so quickly.