Holy crap!
Yes, we have finally made it to the main topic of all families with small babies: poop, crap, shit, you name it. A colleague of mine told me that when her husband calls her, the first words are, "has he done it?" It sounded a lot funnier until I started saying the same thing to Jessica when I call her.
Hannes has been eating small portions of solid food for 10 days now, and he has shit twice. (That last meaning opens a whole new discussion, or two, I know. I am saving them to the days when I have nothing to write about, but just for the record: I don't really know the different conjugations of "shit", and I am not sure if 4-month old babies even
shit in the first place).
I do know, though, that once Hannes released the bomb last Saturday, I was ready to put it in the oven and save the dried specimen for future generations. It was a masterpiece. And it most definitely made Hannes feel a lot better.
The next big event was tonight, four days after the Big Dung, so the intervals are getting shorter.
I have already asked
Hannes's godfather to have a little man-to-baby talk about the importance of
emptying your gut.
