Week 17; Brock updates

Baby's skeleton is hardening, changing from rubbery cartilage to bone, and fat is finally accumulating around it. The umbilical cord is getting thicker and stronger, and those little fingers and toes are now topped by one-of-a-kind prints.
5.1 inches, 5.9 oz

So, we made it back from our trip to Florida and we are all depressed. Greg and I woefully unpacked our suitcases yesterday and today and Brock is pissed that he has to wear a coat and shoes outside again. We are moving. And I am not kidding. We have already been looking at real estate down there. You guys can come and visit; just give us a little notice so we can clean out the guest room.

While we were in paradise, we finally found cute bedding for Brock's big boy bed and we made it up last night. And for two solid hours, Brock slept in his new bed in his new room. I was doing okay with this until Greg made me go look at him and he was sleeping on the pillow. Just like a big boy. I cried--what a shock. Then Greg decided that Brock was hitting his head on the wall and put him back in his crib. So today we put a bumper pad on the bed and will try again tonight. I'll let you know how it goes. . .

In other Brock news, while he was taking a bath tonight, he stood up in the tub a few times to watch himself pee (ah, boys are so fun) and then he pooped in the tub! Okay, don't freak out, the worst is not over. I was not in the room when this happened and when I walked back in he was holding something up to show me. I said, "What's that, buddy? A rock?" For those of you that know Brock this is not far-fetched because that kid can find a fleck of dust in Emily Post's house. But Greg walks into the bathroom right behind me and screeches, "Oh my God! Honey that's not a ROCK! THAT'S POOP!" Okay, I am seriously grossed out at this point and screamed. Which scared Brock and he immediately dropped his "prize". Greg was laughing so hard he had to sit on the toilet to compose himself. He asked me to throw him a washcloth to get to poo out of the tub and when I was shutting the closet door, I scrapped my big toe and convinced myself that I broke it. This made Greg and Brock laugh even more which made me cry. Turns out Greg was able to retrieve the brown trout and flushed it down the toilet (which incidentally was Brock's first poop in the toilet!), I did not break my toe, and we all recovered from our incident.

Other than the onion, I am not going to post any more pics for a few reasons. #1: I don't feel like taking a picture of my bloated stomach tonight, #2: The picture of Brock makes me a little sad and I don't feel like posting it just yet.

Phew! I'm exhausted and am off to bed.