With the arrival of his 4th tooth, Aizay has discovered a taste for raw human flesh. It's a lot of work to continually supply him with such tastey morsels, but we've cultivated a relationship with a barber on Fleet St. who seems to have a connection. Hey, we don't ask questions.
Okay, there's no fooling you...it's beets. Y'ever notice how there's no such thing as pureed beets for babies? The reason, of course, is reddish poop. I wonder how many emergency-room visits have been avoided simply by not offering American babies Gerber Beets?
On a related note, I find that I'm talking about my son's poop a lot more than I suspected I would. His babysitter and I talk about his poop; his mother and I talk about it all the time; I tell stories about my son's poop to co-workers (carefully selected co-workers, mind you--even at a medical school it's considered bad manners to blurt out a report on the consistency of your son's latest production). Poop is big news in a baby's world, which makes it big news in my world, I guess.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Posted by Dave at 4/08/2005 06:16:00 PM