I drew this a few days ago, and I thought to myself, "This isn't funny, it's just sad! I'm a sad, sad man... I should quit drawing this comic strip because I'm not funny, I'm just sad."
In case you were wondering or concerned, this happened a few days (?) ago, so she passed all the meconium out of her stool quite a while ago. Well, "... a while ago..." in terms of the week since Kennedy was born! With my and Shannon's sleep schedule in constant flux, the days seem to blend together, and time has never been more irrelevant. But, I think it's slowly getting better as we learn to figure out the baby's cues, and respond accordingly.
