Damn you, plums!

Just kidding, I have no qualms against plums, but someone should have warned us. Someone should have warned us that plums would turn Henry's hind end into a cannon. He pooped 7 times today. Here's a deep dive into this morning ...

Sarah needed to get to work early, so I took over the morning bottle before taking Henry to daycare. He got about 3/4 of his bottle down, and started playing a bit with the bottle, signaling that he was done. I sat him up to burp, and burps came out of his mouth... along with about half of what he had drank. He tagged my shirt, my pants, the couch, and his entire outfit. We went upstairs so Daddy could change, and then we were playing a bit before it was off to daycare. In the midst of this, Henry got a determined look on his face, and there was some rumbling downstairs. We waited a bit to make sure he was done, and Round 2 powered through his diaper.

I took him in to get changed, and the poop was EVERYWHERE! It was halfway down his pants (on the inside), up on his chest, everywhere. We did a Harry Houdini to get his shirt off without getting poop on his head! In the end, it was a disaster. I had to give him a sponge bath on the spot. I was so flustered by all of this that I forgot to take his bottles to daycare and had to go back and get them.

He pooped through two outfits at daycare, pooped three more times at home before his bath, and once in his bath. My money says he's pooping right now in his crib, but he's too pooped to give a poop. That's a lot of poop.

In related news, he pooped that Yellow Submarine outfit on Saturday. Plums were not the culprit on this one -- it was apple juice. On this fine day, Henry snapped a two-day pooping drought much to the chagrin of Beatles fans everywhere. On this less-than-somber occasion, Sarah and I opened up the diaper and just laughed. Henry didn't think this was enough, though. He turned on the fountain, so I had to deflect it for literally 20 seconds. 20 seconds of my hand being peed on. It was a potty humor smorgasbord. Am I going to miss all this disgusting crap?

Happy Thanksgiving!

This dude is just too freakin' adorable for words. This is his preppie look. I've assured him that we won't always dress him like a prepski, but it's just too hard to resist the little dude with the sweater vest! He keeps telling me that he's too "street" for this outfit, but I think he's frontin'. At least that's what I tell myself.

He is now 17 lbs. 17 lbs! Maybe I've already written that somewhere, but it's pretty crazy for me to think about.

Uncle James and Aunt Rachel recorded their first babysitting experience with the boy. We had called Los Abuelos Thornburg first, but they were out watching a movie so we called reinforcements. James jumped at the chance to get a little Henry time. It is very cool how much everyone digs this kid. We went and saw Harry Potter, James and Henry had some man time, and everyone had a grand time! Except for Grandma T, who (I'm told) scowled a bit at having some Henry time slip through her fingers. Drats!

For those of you scoring at home, score one for James. Take half of it away, though, because he put on latex gloves when he changed the baby. Who's the baby, exactly? Just kidding -- thanks James and Rachel for bailing some parents out, allowing them a taste of adult time.