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brightTopic: Poop
Our Julia is a winsome creature, but we have all observed that her existence pretty much revolves around her alimentary tract at this point in her life. She nurses -- my God, she nurses, all day and all night long. She poops, a LOT. And she sleeps.
Apart from that, she periodically spends bits of time awake, frowning up at us with Hobbity skepticism and making little gurgles and grunts to signal that, you know, she's pooping again.
And newborn poop is strange stuff; it's not much like poop at all, really. The color is like mustard; the texture is best described as seedy; and the smell is like nothing else on earth. Not really unpleasant. Like movie popcorn, maybe, or like curried yogurt. It's one of those good bad smells, like puppy breath. I love the smell of puppy breath. And yes, I love the smell of my daughter's diapers. Crazy, you know. But in an okay way.
Posted by Gretchen
at 9:16 AM PDT
