Announcing Poop!

I brought Harper into the doctor today for her cough, because she's been waking up five times a night and once she gets started she has a hard time catching her breath. Of course, she didn't cough once while we were at the doctor, was happy and smiling, and was awarded a clean bill of health. I'm not really upset by this, I'm just saying fitting the mold of "paranoid parent" kinda sucks.

The doctor did say, "You sure sound congested, though." Joe and I don't have Harper's cough yet, but we both have head colds. Mine has lasted about two weeks, and today the pressure in my head turned into a sinus headache. The best way to illustrate just how stuffed up I am is this story:

This morning as I was getting dressed to take Harper to day care I heard her rip what sounded like a major fart. I figured there was no way she made that much noise without also pooping, so I did my usual test of holding her butt up to my nose and sniffing. I knew that my nose was pretty plugged so when I didn't smell anything with my usual tentative sniff I got real close and took a few deep breaths through my nose. I didn't smell a thing, so I set her back down and said, "Just a fart? You are obviously your father's child."

Thirty minutes later after making her bottles and getting her solid food ready, I took a quick sip of orange juice before heading out the door and I couldn't taste it. I knew from past experience that meant that I couldn't smell anything either. I looked again at my daughter sitting on the floor and figured I'd better check her diaper since my sniff test probably wasn't reliable. Her diaper was loaded. I mean LOADED to the near rupture point. Even once I had the diaper open on the changing table I couldn't catch a single whiff. I'm not really complaining, because her poop has gotten incredibly stinky since she started eating solid food, but that fact just makes it all the more amazing that I couldn't smell it. Good thing she made so much noise filling her diaper this morning or I would have strapped her into her carseat and cinched her down onto all that poop without knowing it, and instead of sitting in her own filth for 30 minutes it would have been an hour, at which point we would have arrived at the day care and the ladies there would have smelled us walking in the door.