Hooray! I took a shower this morning (well, really it was closer to 1:00) and Spencer was not screaming when I got out! I guess that sort of makes up for all of the messes he has caused in the last two days. Yesterday I was wearing my fourth t-shirt of the day by 1:00. This morning Jim had to clean up projectile poop, and I took my turn with projectile vomit. We both had to deal with him unloading his little gun while cleaning up the bigger messes.

Tracy's plane should be landing any minute now - she can't wait to meet the little guy. And we're excited to have a pediatrician in the house for the weekend to help assuage some of our concerns and answer questions about what is and isn't normal during this time.