How life changes, part 273

A typical mid-day email exchange a year or so ago might involve where we should take our next trip, whether or not we should make dinner reservations for the weekend, etc. By contrast, yesterday in the space of about 10 minutes Gretchen emailed me to tell me about a poop (by Baby, not Gretchen) that was of such epic proportions that she (again Baby, not Gretchen) had to immediately go into the bathtub, while I emailed Gretchen to reassure her that I successfully returned the breast pump to the pharmacy without any problems. Try not to be too jealous...