Infamous words used by Ahna to describe an ability that Ezra has mysteriously obtained: projectile pooping. We have been peed on before (lots of times now), but poop is something new. Several times at the hospital, when we would change his diaper, he would poop…but that was an oozing, non-threatening type. Yesterday, again while changing his diaper, he let loose with some stuff that really should have obtained a flight plan first. Before we realized what was happening, it made it a good two feet away and all over the carpet. Ahna then took one for the team and put her hand up to stop the rest, while I did everything I could to not gag. Are these really the joys of parenting that everyone talks about?
We actually had a pretty relaxing day, and Ahna made me feel like I was on top of the world on my first Father’s Day. Last evening, we went down to my folk’s house to have a cookout with everyone to celebrate having 4 fathers in town. Dinner was delicious, but the gifts were better. I received some books from Dave and Mary Jo (actually Ezra received some books with a ‘father’ influence), a few cards, and a photography class from Ahna (!). But the best was a framed letter from Ezra:
Dear Daddy,
There are so many things that I want to say, but I don’t know how yet. You have loved me since the day you found out you were going to be my Daddy. I knew you loved me because of the way you talked to me each night. The moment I laid eyes on you and heard your voice, I knew who you were and that I would love you with all of my heart. I can’t wait to tell you these things in my own words, but for now you can just see it in my eyes each time I look at you.
I Love You Daddy! Love your son,
Ezra
Even though I got this letter last night, I think that I have read it close to a thousand times…each time filling up with such joyous emotion. Maybe this is the joy of parenting that everyone talks about.
These pictures are from yesterday/last night at dinner. I thought that the sunset was a fitting one.
The Life of a Little Hippie 
Betty cannot believe you people wrote about Ezra’s poop on your blogs, but now I don’t feel so bad about writing on my blog about finally pooped!
What a sweet letter!! Funny poop story I laughed, we didn’t experience that but we did experience the projectile vomit. That’s fun!! I got it right in the face. LOVELY!