Poop

It's a big part of our daily discussion, in between, of course, extended debates on the relevance of Heidegger's Party membership to his theory of _Dasein_. (tentative conclusion: does national socialism really have any bearing on ontology?)

Poop is a great source of anxiety, because they give you this chart before you leave the hospital indicating how many poops there should be in the first few days, and what color they should be etc. (if you were wondering -- black, then brown, then yellow is the desired standard progression). Ruby didn't proceed as set out (didn't poop at all on days three and four, and then not until the evening of day five). Worried Dad was ready to take her to the ER. "For God's sake, man, there's been no brown poop!" Reasonable pediatrician, reached by phone, on the idea of taking her to Urgent Care -- burst of laughter, followed by the reassuring "God, no."

The brown poop arrived on the evening of day five, vesuvially. Our friends Jeff and Kim and their son Rowan were here, and Rowan made reports on the pooping progress, walking back and forth between the bedroom, where changing the diaper was made impossible by the continous flow, and the dining room, where the assembled company ate Kim's generously provided spinach lasagna. Rowan's assessment -- his words said "cool," but his face said "ick!"

Your reward for making it through this post: a reminder that there are lots of photos on the picasa site (though none of poop): http://picasaweb.google.com/Keith.Danner/RubyMonthOne