More poop stories! Did Daddy poop his pants?

Let's answer that: NO! Henry seemed to enjoy himself, though, after pooping Dad's pants. Let me set the stage.

Sarah has been able to pump more, so I've been taking more feedings. She went down with a headache, so I pulled the 3:00 PM feeding today. Henry was very appreciative of a punctual feeding, and went to work knocking back the bottle. His whole body was working overtime, and Dad felt three huge poops. Good work, Henry! You see, normally we encourage such results of healthy bowels. When he was done, I had to decide: change him or burp him. Change him or burp him. Change him or ... well, you get the idea. I was pulling him up to burp him when I noticed the unbelieveable yellow streak down my shorts (click above to enlarge that picture). So I changed him.

We are currently in the process of extracting the poop from these shorts using various techniques. Here's the kicker: the whole time that I'm treating the shorts, Henry is laying on the changing table smiling at Mommy. And Mommy is repeating the phrase "Did Daddy poopy his pants? Did Daddy poop his pants?"

Again, and I repeat: NO!

The whole thing was pretty durn funny, though.

Ugh! Power outage!

After coming home from Josh's house warming party last night (we decided to bring Henry, and he wanted to leave after about 20 minutes), we arrived to a dark house. No power. We're sturdy folk, though, and not easily ruffled. We lit some candles, sang Cumbayah (no we didn't), and had a very nice family evening. Henry got his midnight meal, and that's when we realized that no power with a baby is a bit different. There are little annoying things like the baby monitors not working, but there are big issues like:

1. How do you change a diaper by candlelight? It can be done, but it aint easy!
2. How do you get a baby to sleep when he is way too hot to go down?

We realized that the upstairs got way too hot, so we grabbed a bunch of pillows, put Henry in his swing, and sacked out on the couch. That did the trick, and Henry let us get some (couch) sleep. When I got up in the middle of the night, I picked up a very sleepy Henry and convinced a very sleepy Sarah to move it back upstairs. Crisis averted!