Ivy and the magic poop

Everyone poops. It's a fact. It's a book. Everyone poops...except Ivy. Well, at least for the first 24 hours. There hasn't been such controversy about pooping since that famed day at Bushwood:






Andy Dufrane went through less agony and frustration over poop than we did:

But..."in the end"...everyone poops. Since this is a medical lesson for everyone, apparently there's a mucus plug involved with the first poop.

Once you pass that plug, you're free to leave the hospital...sort of. Since it took Ivy a little longer than most for her first BM, they kept us an extra day for jaundice observation. So...Paige got some sleep and Ivy got a tan. And, in case you're curious why I'm writing so much about my daughter pooping, I figured there was no time like the present to start on the first (of many) embarassing tales to tell the host of young suitors that I'll kick out of my house when the come to pick her up for a date.

So...we're all home now and away we go...

LET ME OUTTA THIS PLACE ALREADY!!!!!

I get to go home?!? WHOOOHOOO!!!!!!

I think I'll rest on the way...

Editor's note: how ridiculously cute are those giant socks on her bitty feet? Had to do a closeup.

Home at last :)