A day that will last in infamy...

Hunter is growing, growing growing. The other day he managed to keep his feet when using the ottoman for support as he stood. He is eating so well now, gladly taking the spoon into his mouth with each of his two "solids" meals each day.

His hair is strawberry blonde and his eyes remain blue. Only time will tell if either of those will change.

Also, its been so many weeks since a blow out, a ramification, no doubt, of having eaten enough solids to pack his little intestine track with something serious to digest.

One of my favorite things is his attitude toward bathing. Hunter absolutely loves to bathe. Custom at this point has Hunter bathing each night after his evening meal. We've found bathing to be more pleasant and productive for him than a full body wipe down after wearing his food--what used to be the norm when we started solids.

Even though he's shifted to eating a good 80% of what comes on the spoon, he is a baby. What can you expect but smushed chicken and rice paste up the nose, in the hair, between every finger and covering the face?

Did I mention up the nose? Yes, you read that correctly--no need to read it again. Hunter snorted part of his meal tonight. But no worries grandparents, the little guy is fine. He gave it back later without complaint. He's good at sharing already.

Tonight bath time was running late. The whole of the evening was late, with Kim and I starving as a result. I fed the little guy, ran the water for his bath and got him cleaned enough for transport to the changing table for the standard strip search for the usual dirty diaper.

Thankful for the wet, dirty diaper, it was urine and a BM, I cleaned him up. Comforted by the fact he had went, I headed to the bathroom. Finding the water a little too hot, I got in and kept him above the surface while i ran som more cold.

To my surprise, Hunter decided to help out and started the yellow fountain.

I laughed and decided he had probably done that lots of times before. No harm--what kid doesn't pee in a pool at some point?

Kim came in a we shared a laugh at the situation, Hunter the all the while sitting calmly on my leg.

I tell you I got the water right tonight. It must have been body temperature because when Hunter pooped on my leg I felt nothing out of the ordinary.

It wasn't until I noted something dark and black sliding along the tub floor to my left that I realized with horror the pee was meerly a precursor of things to come.

Signs and portents came drifting my knee as I held him up and grimmaced at the evidence before our eyes.

Kim laughed and pointed as Hunter continued to relieve himself of more mass.
While Kim and I laughed, Hunter proved just how well developed his little bowls are.

  

#2 Bath

Oh fatherhood 

Has done me good

Blessed this Spring

With many a wonderous thing,

But never did I call

For yellow rain to fall

Nor the Hunter's dirt 

My toes to skirt. 

So it flows--

Drifting. 

Draining.