"Thar she blows" - Mommy and Daddy were getting worried about me because I hadn't pooped in over 48 hours; well, I finally came through for them! Two diapers-full, and I even got some on Mommy. She described the shade of my poop as a combination of the "harvest gold" of the appliances in the 1960s and the color of guacamole! Everything needed laundered after my "blowout" and I needed a bath! We had a thunderstorm today, and the dog was afraid (I was napping in my crib, and I wasn't afraid). Later, Grandma A brought some corned beef and cabbage left over from yesterday for lunch (and begged Mommy to come back to work!).