It should come as a surprise to no one that Matilda is feeling a bit under the weather. She's got a wee case of the runs (as well as a runny nose, but that's been a constant since September). It's not really a big deal as our complete lack of reaction last night when she pooped in her bath can attest to. She bent over and the water went all cloudy and yellowish. Niclas stood her up. I mentioned that I'd go fetch a clean washcloth and wandered off in search of same. When I returned, she was standing outside the bathtub. We carried on with her usual bedtime routine. Didn't even discuss the event or mention that, wow, that was sort of gross. And do you know? I didn't bother to clean up the tub till I got in to take a shower this morning.
See how we have mellowed in the face of parenthood? Oh yes. We're mellow.
