Talk about poop

Five days in and we are all still here! No one has come from the local authorities and informed us that they've made a terrible mistake and we're not actually approved to have a baby, although it is much more involved than driving and I recall there being some requirements for that.

Taylor is the most magnificent person ever to grace the this world with their presence, as may well be expected. Kelly is getting around much better and without a doubt on the mend.

Feeding has started to become more regular and with a little help it is even extending to Kelly and I. It seems all things are going as they should and we will be sending Taylor off to her first Mauy Thai classes before we know it.

My mom and Rochelle have been here constantly and have saved us from disaster a number of times already, possibly why the authorities have not been around. Rochelle even went so far as to buy the same car as me so Taylor will not get confused or feel out of place on here way to swimming lessons.

From our experience with friends and family in the past it's around this time that hospital conversation turns to poop talk, usually with graphic descriptions around colour, texture and frequency. I will refrain from the poopy talk, suffice to say we can understand the reasoning behind these unsolicited descriptions offered to us by friends and family who were at the stage of new parenting we find our selves at now, while we have more empathy there's no taking back the piss ripping given out at the time. In place of the poopy talk I will post a slew of random pics taken over the last week.