Yesterday's big event (which I was too tired to post on) was that Dalton's umbilical cord stump fell off. It had been hanging by a thread (err.. a slimy thread, perhaps) for the last few days, but I'd been resisting the urge to pull on it.
I hadn't changed any diapers yesterday morning, so I thought at first that Mom and/or Tim had just forgotten to tell me that Dalton was now cordless. Turns out that the cord had just fallen off, as I found it in the changer when I picked Dal back up.
So I showed Tim the cord, which may have been a mistake. I was going to throw it out, but Tim's threatening to save it. A family friend gave us a memory box with containers for "baby's first tooth" and "baby's first haircut." If Tim has his way, we're going to need more containers: "Baby's first diaper," "baby's cord stump," and "baby's first fingernail trimmings," just to name a few. Oh, and don't forget "baby's first spit-up!"
Dalton's threatening to wake up, which means I'm going to stop having even one hand free for typing, so I'd better sign off here. Ya'll have a good one.
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