don't pull his finger

The other night we were driving home and Nathaniel was starving, having gone a whole three hours without eating. So Thad, sitting in the front passenger seat, decided to try and calm down Nate, in the middle of the back seat facing backward, by letting him (Nate) suck on his (Thad's) finger. It worked, and we had a relatively peaceful drive. The next morning, though, Thad realized that he could no longer bend his finger all the way and thinks that he sprained it. Ha! That is one of the funniest injuries ever recorded.

When babies are born they have oddly sweet smelling poo. I was under the impression that it doesn't smell that bad until they start eating solid foods. It seems that I was mistaken. Sometime within the past month Nate's poo started smelling bad. Luckily this coincided with a diminished frequency of poo, so we are only subjected to the putrescence every couple of days. However, just to tide us over in the meantime, he has become incredibly gassy. And along with the more rancid-smelling poo comes rancid-smelling farts. And those come with amazing frequency. So much so that last night Thad remarked that our adorable little buddy smells "like a public restroom." Ah, the joys of parenthood!