That was a good one

Typically a response from a friend, a prankster-type pal, who plays a trick on you before you share a few laughs, correct? No. Three days in, and these are the words that indicate that Mads has pooped. I even commented as I ran down the stairs: "I cannot believe that I am hurrying to come see this poop." Let me be clear; we are not passed the meconium stage yet (look it up; I ain't posting or taking those images). I do have the face of a young lady who has spent the past 24 hours in a rather constipated state.

No longer constipated, she is going in for more as I create a man-style diaper bag. I cannot stand the lady-like look of Kelly's Christmas present (although it is nice and hand made in France).
Thanks to a few colleagues and friends, I have the makings of a fully stocked bag for my first sojourn with Mads. I do not, however, know when that will happen again (stay tuned for our trip to FCPS central on the third day of Mads' life).

When she finished eating, she returned to her fetal position. It is, after all, the position in which she has spent the past eight-and-half months.