The Roebuck nephews and nieces call Peter, "Uncle PeePoo", but I'd like to claim rights to this name too.
Once when Rhys was just a little baby, I was holding him and he pooped the grossest, greenest poop down his leg (he was just wearing a onesie). Jon was there to coach me, saying things like, "Hold him away from you!" And, "Put him on the table, put him on the table!"
Then, when Carys was a wee baby, the same thing happened.
THEN, when Delyth was just three days old, the first time I met her, I held her for a few minutes and sure enough, soon I felt warm and wet all over my tummy and arm.
Now I've gained a reputation in the Tenthorey household for my magical powers.
Last Friday, Ben and I stopped by to visit those lovely Tenthoreys. Janie handed me Delyth right when we walked in the door. She said she was glad I was there because Delyth hadn't pooped in three days and she really really needed to. I felt so privileged - like I was needed. I had been holding her for about half an hour, when I felt a whole lot of rumbling and a few little explosions. I had done it again - three days worth!
I think I've found my superpower.
-Mary
Here I am dressed up to head out for work yesterday morning when it felt like -39°C with the wind chill. Skin freezes in ten minutes in weather like this, but I was well protected!
