No Poop

Grandpa and Grandma Hain were forward enough to come visit several months prior to the arrival of Snickle-Fritz. Word was that a diaper service was to be employed that would significantly reduce the need to handle ..... POOP ... or perhaps with any luck actually eliminate the need to touch any of the gooey substance.

After a trip to Costco where a special on cloth diapers was in its last day followed by running the numbers through several iterations of spreadsheets it was decided that the diaper service was still a good idea. An semi-serious discussion was then embarked on. It had been stated that poop would not even so much as have to be shaken out (or in those special circumstances rinsed and rubbed off) for the diaper service. Grandpa however brought up that should such a diaper pail be picked up from said house, it might be interesting to see what type of diaper pail got dropped back off at said house. Furthermore, the concept of mixing all the POOP from all the little folk in Madison WI together, then magically pulling out POOP'less diapers from the concoction seemed to have a somewhat improbable (and possibly mystical) ring to it.

... A second trip was made to Costco. Cloth diapers with liners were purchased. A knowledge transfer from one generation to the next was made that when POOP comes out there will be times that not only will the POOP touch the child from whence it came but also the parent to whom it in some sense it ultimately belongs. A small incantation asking for POOP to NOT squeeze into and out of unsightly places was also performed as the conversation moved to other topics.

Well Endowed

We finally get to view the 2nd installment of those sonagrams that let you see the little person who supposedly will be willing to join the family. It is at this point in time where the sex of the little thing can be determined. As the pictures are reviewed:

Dad: "I see... wow, he is really well endowed."
Mom: "That's his leg !!"
Dad: "Oh.."

Who is Snickle-Fritz?

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