We had our first poop in the bath tonight. Hubby, who is not so fond of poop clean up in general, was giving her the bath. He held her in a superman-like pose while I cleaned her up and she cried because she had been abruptly removed from her bath. It was pretty funny, actually.
In other news, it occurred to me this week that I have pulled exactly two bona fide all-nighters (which I define as staying up all night to finish something- staying up to the wee hours clubbing or talking to friends doesn't count). Don't be too impressed by the small number of all-nighters I have pulled. I was a science major in college, and staying up all night to study for a quantum mechanics exam is fairly counterproductive. It is far better to go to bed and dream odd dreams about orbitals and wave functions. Also, despite what Pumpkin may think, I really like to sleep. But I digress.
The first all-nighter was the night I printed my PhD thesis. I had to produce 13 good copies, some subset of which had to be on fancy paper (I still have some of this fancy paper. I have moved it across country twice and across town once. I have now taken to printing my Google maps on it. But I digress again). Printer technology wasn't quite as good back then, so to print color figures with captions I first printed the captions on the black and white printer and then ran the page through the color printer to get the figure printed. I had quite a few color figures in my thesis. I was up until 4 a.m. finishing this.
My second all-nighter was the night I gave birth to Pumpkin. That was also "finished" at about 4 a.m.
There is an interesting symmetry there, I think.