A Discussion About Bowel Movements
I’ve been blogging for about three and a half months now and I really haven’t...
A Discussion About Bowel Movements
I’ve been blogging for about three and a half months now and I really haven’t talked about poop yet, other than the poopy toilet water that was flooding my laundry room a few months back. I was thinking earlier today that, as a pseudo “mommyblogger”, I should probably get my feet wet soon, so to speak. I really want to talk about boobs but my hubby isn’t there yet. I figure if I can embarrass him in a hundred other ways he’ll be numb to the pain and I’ll be talking boobs by my six month bloggoversary, and perhaps be able to mention the “V” word by the time I’m nine months in.
First things first. Â In our house we call the excretion of feces “poop”. Â When I was growing up my parents introduced it as “doo-doo”. Â I had friends that called it a BM, as if it was more polite to say it that way. Â In fact, I had to ask what it stood for, and now I know. Â
So, we have a little poop process in our house. A certain young child who is three and a half, and perfectly potty trained, does a bizarre little dance when she starts to feel the “urge”. Â She is a SHE… what happened to the whole “girls potty train easier/faster?”
They lied.Â
You LIED to me, either that or I have been blessed with a defective pooper. Here is a little how it goes…
A very strained look of contortion comes over DD’s face.
Me: Do you need to go potty?
DD: I’m not pooping.
Me: Uh, ok.
DD: I’M NOT POOPING! (shrill angry scream)
Me: OK
DD: HURRY THE POOP IS COMING! (running to the bathroom)
Me: OK
DD walks in to the bathroom, looks around and comes back out.
DD: I change my mind
Me: OK
A few moments later…..
DD: aaaaaaah Mommy Help ME! I have to POOPY!!! Â Run Run POOPY!
Me: Ok, let’s go. (See, I know now not to get too excited until the third call of impending poop.)
So, there you have it. Â With this Poopy blog entry, I have officially pledged myself into the ranks of Mommybloggerhood!
A Discussion About Bowel Movements
I’ve been blogging for about three and a half months now and I really haven’t talked about poop yet, other than the poopy toilet water that was flooding my laundry room a few months back. I was thinking earlier today that, as a pseudo “mommyblogger”, I should probably get my feet wet soon, so to speak. I really want to talk about boobs but my hubby isn’t there yet. I figure if I can embarrass him in a hundred other ways he’ll be numb to the pain and I’ll be talking boobs by my six month bloggoversary, and perhaps be able to mention the “V” word by the time I’m nine months in.
First things first. Â In our house we call the excretion of feces “poop”. Â When I was growing up my parents introduced it as “doo-doo”. Â I had friends that called it a BM, as if it was more polite to say it that way. Â In fact, I had to ask what it stood for, and now I know. Â
So, we have a little poop process in our house. A certain young child who is three and a half, and perfectly potty trained, does a bizarre little dance when she starts to feel the “urge”. Â She is a SHE… what happened to the whole “girls potty train easier/faster?”
They lied.Â
You LIED to me, either that or I have been blessed with a defective pooper. Here is a little how it goes…
A very strained look of contortion comes over DD’s face.
Me: Do you need to go potty?
DD: I’m not pooping.
Me: Uh, ok.
DD: I’M NOT POOPING! (shrill angry scream)
Me: OK
DD: HURRY THE POOP IS COMING! (running to the bathroom)
Me: OK
DD walks in to the bathroom, looks around and comes back out.
DD: I change my mind
Me: OK
A few moments later…..
DD: aaaaaaah Mommy Help ME! I have to POOPY!!! Â Run Run POOPY!
Me: Ok, let’s go. (See, I know now not to get too excited until the third call of impending poop.)
So, there you have it. Â With this Poopy blog entry, I have officially pledged myself into the ranks of Mommybloggerhood!
A Discussion About Bowel Movements
I’ve been blogging for about three and a half months now and I really haven’t...