Yesterday we could have taped the first of those episodes.
It began with Norah's early morning feeding, sometime around 4 am. This feeding is particularly hard for me. My body does not like to function at that hour, having slept through that hour every night for the past....21 years. So, at 4 AM I fumble over to the bassinette, lay Norah down and pull out a clean diaper. But in the twelve seconds it takes me to take off the old one and put on the new one, Norah rips out an explosive fart, pooping all over the place. Then she pees on herself as well. Not one to freak out, I merely put on the diaper, wipe her down, take off her clothes and wrap her back in her blanket. No problem.
Later that afternoon we were preparing to run to Wal-Mart to get the poor kid some clothes that fit her. She's not a tiny baby, but certainly too small for newborn clothes. Rusty picked her up and heard the tiny symphony of her bowels, but since we knew we would be back quickly and were guessing she wasn't done yet, we left her diaper as it was. By the time we got back she had peed all the way through her diaper. Excellent.
Then, last night she peed on herself again, just before barfing all over herself, her blanket, my arm, and our bed. And no, this was not some cute newborn spit up. It was honest to goodness newborn barf.