As my loyal blog readers (are you called bloggees?) know, I had until tomorrow morning to poop in order to avoid a trip to the doctor’s office. Mom and Dad decided that they were going to do everything they could to help me out. They had been a bit lax about sticking to a rigorous feeding schedule for the first few days; until today, I never ate more than 8 times in a day. Today they decided to stick to an every-two-hour schedule, hoping to fill me up so much that the poop would be forced out the other end. (In the photo above, you can see that I’m “milk drunk.”)
Well, it worked in a big (and wet) way. At 8:45 pm on the sixth day of my life, I had my first official, post-meconium poop. What followed that poop was a little weird. Mom screamed for Dad to come look at my poop. Dad jumped up and down and went to get their camera(!). Fortunately, that picture didn’t make the cut for today’s blog. Since they seemed so excited by the poop, I gave them another present just a few hours later. Sadly, that poop didn’t get quite the same reception.
Another cool thing happened to me today: I’m famous! The blogosphere has covered my arrival to the world.
Not much else happened today. Mom got fascinated with my little baby socks and kept making sure I wore them. They always seemed to be falling off, though, and Dad certainly never made much effort to put them back on. At one point, though, I was wearing a white sheep sock on one foot and a spotted giraffe sock on the other. Apparently their disregard for matching extends beyond my nursery decor.
In other news, Mom is feeling a lot better today. I saw her take her first discretionary trip downstairs! She’s not exactly displaying the same agility as she did back when she set her college’s all-time single-season record for assists in 1997 and 1998, but she’s getting there.
I also learned one of Dad’s favorite terms: multitasking. He decided to merge skin-to-skin contact, tummy-time, and burping all in one activity (though we dressed for the camera; see below). I fear what combination he’s going to try next, especially when he gets to start feeding me with a bottle.
margaretyagan 
Hallelujah, Maggie!
Now maybe everyone will cut you some slack, and your mom and dad will relax.
Glad to hear that your mom is doing better. That makes your grandma feel better, too!
As for your dad and his multi-tasking…I fear you haven’t seen anything yet! I have to confess that that is one of the many things that makes him such an amazing guy. Just wait until your mom gets back into the multi-tasking mode, too. Your head will be spinning.
Don’t worry, though, Maggie. As soon as your aunts Sarah and Claire and Grandpa Jim and I arrive this weekend, we will all be perfectly content just to hold you and rock you and spoil you. Can’t wait!
Please continue to be such a wonderful little girl, and give your parents hugs for me.
Love you bunches –
Grandma Sherry
Congrats Maggie! Now you have officially achieved perfection.