And on the third day...

...Matthew wore five different outfits.

1.) Matthew began Friday the 21st in a standard white onesie provided by the hospital.  Awesome.

2.) At around 1:30 that afternoon, the insurance company and hospital jointly decided that the same people who seriously considered going to McDonald's before heading to Labor & Delivery, mere minutes after being told "you need to be induced immediately," were fit to bring a completely helpless human being home with them to raise on their own.  To celebrate this, we changed Matthew into another white outfit.  This one actually was awesome, though--it is the same clothing worn by E and both her brothers when they came home from the hospital post-birth.

3.) At around 4:00, Matthew pooped.  Mom held up Matthew's legs.  Dad removed Matthew's diaper.  Matthew pissed everywhere.  Changing table, crib, mom, Matthew's mouth and the 34-year old outfit needed to be cleaned immediately.  Following the thorough cleansings, Matthew was placed into a new onesie.

Still 3.)  At 5:00, Matthew pooped again.  Mom held up Matthew's legs.  Dad removed Matthew's diaper and cleaned Matthew's butt.  Dad slid a new diaper under Matthew's clean butt.  Matthew immediately pooped into the new diaper.  That is $0.17 we will never see again.  But at least the clothes stayed clean.

4.) At 6:30, Matthew enjoyed his first blowout, if "enjoying" involves screaming through it.  One day, he will learn to savor these simple joys.  Anyway, the byproduct was everywhere within the confines of his diaper, including all over his freshly circumsized penis.  This probably had something to do with the screaming.  However, the by product was not on Matthew's onesie.  That is, until he decided to slap his crotch with his onesie sleeve-covered hand and then follow that will a jab to his eye.  Following another thorough cleansing, we switched to yet another onesie.

5.) At 7:30, Matthew opted for an encore of the 4:00 show, again peeing everywhere immediately after we removed his diaper.  At least the fifth onesie made him look like a cute little monkey.  More importantly, we didn't have to change his out of that one until the next day, which is kind of shocking, given the number of diaper changings that occurred as he cried until 4:30 AM.

We're having fun already :)  And man oh man is he the cutest thing ever...