It’s “in the caul” and it means baby is born while still in the amniotic sac.
Was I first with this one?
I have two questions related to the OP. First, ok, we know about Katcha’s first pee (and a good one it was!) and poop, when was his first puke? I mean if yer gonna tell us gross stuff first thing Monday morning Rue tell us all the grossness. Second, is Katcha now officially old enough to particapate in DeDay Manly Man Stuff [sup]TM[/sup]?
Ok that’s over. I still have a sorta cold. It’s a lot better but I’m still kinda stuffy and sneezy like. I have produced my weight in snot over the past 10 days. I’m also out of Kleenex [sup]TM[/sup] at home so I gotta go to Wally World and buy some today.
It rained bunches and bunches this weekend. Like almost 5 and a half inches worth of bunches of rain. But, I got my gazebo up, with the help of four friends. I put the top together in my garage along with the four metal sides. Then my friends and I carried the top (12’ x12’ not heavy but big) out to the pool between rain storms. We also carried out the four sides. We got the sides set up then placed the top in em, bolted it on then bolted the sides to the cement using a cement drill and concrete nails. It looks good. Power tools and swearing were used in the carrying out of this project. That should make Ex feel good. Oh and beer was used during and after the project. Oh and I grilled some burgers on my big honkin’ stainless steel with copper burners grill. My friends helped, I had to feed 'em. I’m nice like that.
I also had spend the night company Saturday night but I won’t go into the details of that. 
Yeah, first, and I had no idea that’s how it was spelled. Thanks for the learnin’! It was pretty weird to see him in the sack (I can’t leave the ‘k’ off) it was just so otherworldly. They called in all of the maternity folks who were on duty and available to see. It’s supposedly one-in-a-million stuff and most of them had never seen it.
Oops, that’s pretty much what I meant to ask but I substituted Soupo for Katcha. Sorry 'bout that. I don’t think of Soupo as Soupo, I think of him as Sp… er, nevermind.
And Swampy, thanks for your decorum. There’s already TMI in this thread.
Y’all can have your fun without me this week, 'cause I ain’t coming back in here.
This can only get worse.
Thanks to my buddies FairyChat Mom and swampbear for the manly stuff, but…
Just damn.
Ooops! See kiwis should be in bed not making the MMP poo focused.
I have something manly to report. It doesn’t really involve me, except as a spectator. Mr. Lissar went to karate class and wepons class on Thursday, to get ready for his grading on Friday (green belt in both. The levels go white, yellow, orange, green, blue, black). And during karate class he bent his left pinky and ring finger back at entirely the wrong angle during a punch.
They were doing two-man drills, and the drills involved lunge-punching past each other, and Mr. Lissar got his fingers caught in the other guy’s sleeve as it was moving past him very very fast.
It hurt a lot, but he still finished the class.
On Friday, it was all swollen, so he strapped it up, and then went and did his grading- sparring, karate forms, weapon drills, weapon sparring…
On Saturday, his hand was really really swollen. I made him go to the hospital, and he phoned me to say that he’d broken his hand, and he’d come home in a cast.
He let people hit him with weapons while he had a broken hand. And yes, the hand got hit at least once during the grading. With a tonfa- a nightstick. A big wooden one.
I’m alternating between being impressed and wanting to kick him. I think he deserves some kind of macho award.
Boy howdy this one is off to a good start. Pre-birth poo, breast milk poo, and amniotic sacs. Too bad I already had a bring breakfast ‘cause I’m gettin’ HONGRY.
Cool beans on the four-years-old thing, there Rue dawg. Pretty soon he’ll be setting stuff on fire and telling you you’re not cool. Which is wrong of course. You’re super cool. You should really stop running the AC all day.
For Ex:
I spent my weekend doing manly man stuff. First I fixed a big hole in the ceiling which was caused by my fixing of something else last week. I run on the theory that as long as I can create my own pet projects through clumsiness I can avoid all things looking like housework and cleaning. It works. Mostly.
In any event, after fixing the hole I cut down a vivious tree that was threatening my fence. Ever seen a threatening tree? They’re pretty scary. But then you get out the chainsaw and go to work and instead of looking scary they look like firewood. Then you make the boy stack the firewood. At least that’s how it works at my house. YMMV.
Then I packed the wife in the car (in the trunk, next to the spare if you must know) and we visited some friends. Not manly man, you say? WRONG! The wife didn’t do anything manly, but we men types took our shotguns out to the north forty (it’s not really a north forty, but I like the sound of it) to do some drinking. And we shot at stuff too. Cans, birds, birds on the can, and various and other sundry items. We didn’t hit much. We decided that next time we should drink less on the way out and more on the way back.
And on Sunday I went and hit people. It was lots of fun, except that I got hit in the eye and got a big cut underneath it and I was bleeding like a stuck pig. But I didn’t cry. Manly men don’t do that. Instead I tried my best to get to the person who hit me, because he’s a dick and probably did it on purpose. Unfortunately a bunch of people got in the way and I didn’t really want to hit any of them, so instead I hollered a lot and am currently constructing plans to get even.
And that’s about it.
Am I the only one thinking this last bit needs a little clarification?
Shibb it doesn’t surprise me that welby went around hitting people on Sunday. Heck, he was probably at the food court in the mall when he did it.
I’m thinking that Sunday was a tablecloth day Shibb. If not, some mama’s son gots issues.
And geeze, welby. The drinking comes after the shooting. Long after, like when the guns are all cleaned and locked up. Never before, and certainly not during. People get killed mixing stuff that shouldn’t be mixed. </soapbox>
Okay, I’m really out of here this time.
Oh, come on, guys. Isn’t Punching-With-A-Broken-Hand macho enough?
Not nearly as manly as being able to hold down breakfast after reading about baby poo silly.
He does sound very manly-macho-mucho though.
Sorry, Shibb. I’d tell you, but then I’d have to make you watch 12 hours of Golden Girls to make you forget.
Jeepers, you gun safety types really get me all riled up. We’ve only had a dozen or so accidents in the last couple of months.
We didn’t really drink and shoot. We just shot. Then we drank. I’m not a redneck, Ex.
As I’m reading about all this baby poo stuff, a couple of things are occurring to me:
- I really, really don’t want to have children.
- I’m starting to channel Bill Cosby.
And then…God put ODOR in the poo poo!
Hey Swampy! Ya got one of these? If not, you need a floating cooler for your pool. You just need it.
Katcha’s first puke wasn’t that spectacular. See, he was the second kid and he was born burly. I’d give you weights and measures, but I don’t remember any. I do remember everyone who saw him just said “Man! That’s one big baby!”. Soupo, on the other hand, was born little. Just this skinny little baby. While we were in the hospital with him, he wouldn’t wake up long enough to eat. And he wouldn’t let us leave til he ate something, so the nurse came in to wake him up. First she unwrapped him from his little baby blanket. He got cold and didn’t like it. But he just scrunched up into a little ball and stayed asleep. Then she wiggled his arms and legs around some. Nothing. So she really started to flap his appendages around. Still asleep. Then she sat him up and patted him on the back to wake him up, like she was burping him, only it was to wake him up since he hadn’t eaten yet. Then she really started to wale on him! Really pounded the crap out of my new baby! That finally woke him up. And we saw how a trained medical professional burps a baby. Just waled away on him!
A few weeks later (about six or seven) we started Soupo on the bottle. (I couldn’t breast feed to my shame.) When he was nursing au naturel (al dente?) he didn’t suck down too much air. The bottle was so easy he sucked a bunch of air. And we (meaning “me” that time) didn’t burp him so good. I mean, we never had a problem before. Well, four ounces went in. Right on top of a giant air bubble. When that burped up, out came (roughly) 1,359 ounces! It spewed everywhere! So we burped him better after that.
That was our little breaky baby. Katcha was more of an ox-like baby. Cute as could be, but still, ox. So we had no qualms about really burping that sucker. Yeah, he “cheesed” all the time like babies do, but nothing so voluminous.
Soupo was sort of our Experimental Baby. We learned how to do stuff on him. So when Katcha rolled around, we were ready. (Ha! “Ready”! I say funny things!) I hope that’s enough baby puke for ya there Swampy.
And Shibb, I knew what a “caul” was too. And I knew how to spell it. So there.
-Rue. (experienced parent)
On a more manly note: When the Big Canoe Trip rolls around this summer, it looks like Katcha is included. Unless I don’t feel like dragging him along too. We’ll see.
Happy birthday to Katcha! And of course he’s good so far, he’s still under warranty. You did get the special undercoating, didn’t you Rue? That’s usually a rip off but from the stories I’ve heard, he might need it.
Yay it’s monday! And a MMP with poo ‘n’ stuff, wahoo! I have no problem with gross stuff, I can read a TMI thread and have no problem eating lunch at the same time. Not sure whether this is a great thing or butterfly net territory.
This weekend I did virtually nothing, I hate this stupid cough. The medicine makes me logy so I have no get up and go. My big thing was putting the pulls back on a card catalog thingy. Millions of teeny brass screws, but now I can open the drawers, which is good because that’s where I keep the majority of my art junk.
Impressive puke story! Way to go Soupo!
Rue I gotta get me one of those coolers. And it’s only $19.99! It’s just practically begging me to buy it at that price.
Happy Birthday to the little feller, Rue.
I member when little lieulieu got borneded because I was watching Monday Night Football in the delivery room. Dallas was playing Denver. Fitting, since I’m from Texas and Mommy’s from Colorado. Don’t rightly remember who wo, except for both of us… and lieulieu.
They warned me about her first technicolor poop beforehand, and I later thanked them graciously. She’s come a long way in the 3 1/2 years since, as just yesterday she called us in from the living room into the bathroom to see how big her poop was. I don’t know how she does it but they come out looking like Coke cans. Very, very non-returnable Coke cans.
My, how time flies. My, how poop attracts 'em.