New found joys

There is much to celebrate in the first few months of a child's life. But the most reviled and celebrated moments involve bodily functions. I mean you would think my son scored a touch down or came home with and A grade every time he burps, farts or fills his diaper.

Conversations with Charla have changed from, "I tried that new Australian wine and it was pretty good. Not too fruity..." to "Yeah, he pooed. He's alright; it was mustardy green. Yeah, the curds were there..."

Some other new comments include:
"It was hillarious, he pissed all over my new shirt."
"Ha, ha. He just sneezed in my mouth."
"You pooed in Grandma's lap? Good boy!"

I guess bodily functions mean that his body is functioning which is the most important thing in our worlds now. I never would have imagined that his indelible shit stain on my jeans would make me smile like it does when I am away from him.