Tuesday, July 29, 2008

84 hours...

...that's how long it took for Rowan to finally poop. Being silly, first-time parents, we took him to the doctor after he didn't poop for 48 hours. The doctor, a terrific man who likes to avoid interventions whenever possible, told us not to worry and to call him back in a week if he still wasn't pooping. At 6:00AM on the day of our official wedding anniversary, Rowan unleashed a series of slow but deliberate bowel movements just before we were going to put on a new diaper. We could not have been luckier or more proud. The picture here shows Rowan's poopy face, a demeanor he assumes just before lift-off, as it were, with uncanny precision. Notice the pursed lips, the concentrated, slightly crossed eyes, and the tucked in chin, all of which come together to say, "I have to poopy soooo baaaaad!"

1 comment:

Leo Cheung said...

I swear I've seen that look on Great Uncle Albert's face too...alas now I know what it means!
Leo