Poop. Lots and lots of poop. I don't normally discuss poop, at least not on the Internet. Not because I couldn't, but because there are so many other things for me to discuss. Like trips to the ER, with four year olds, who go in with a 105 fever and come out with Pneumonia again. Or my obsession with one sappy country song, that I haven't managed to buy yet, so I have the guys MySpace page open and I just keep listening to it over and over again.
Today though, I need to ask a question about poop. I've never quiet had to deal with so much at the one time. Boy poop? Is much worse than girl poop.
So here's my question: Have any of you ever, after you've trashed a set of sheets, a blankie, an outfit and a teeny bear, after a poop explosion, ever looked at your baby, the baby you cherish and would move the moon for, and wonder if you might could trash him and get a new one? A clean, non-pooping one? Just for a second?
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
It had to happen eventually, I mean I am a mommy blogger
Posted by Issa at 7:43 AM
Labels: asking the internets, Harrison
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haha, I'm not laughing at you. And I shouldn't be laughing at all since I know that my time will come soon enough.
Hahaha! I only know girl poo, but I can tell you six month old girl poo is much worse than five month girl poo. MUCH. STINKIER. AND BIGGER. need I say more?
Not really, but I beg to differ on the boy/girl poo. And I will take baby poo over big-kid vomit ANY day of the week.
Hahahahahahahahaha! You crack me up.
The only thing worse than tons and tons of your kid's poop is tons and tons of someone else's kids poop! My friend's daughter had a poop explosion at our house that trailed out of her diaper, up the back of her neck, onto the high chair and spilled out buckets onto the floor and kitchen table. We were all eating at the time and almost threw up- especially when my dog started to eat what had fallen on the floor. Sorry, I know... that is too gross!!
Wow. What a stinky dilemma.
That's all I've got. Sorry!
Yes, somehow, it always comes down to poop.
Haha! You crack me up! Please don't turn him in for a new one though...just make him pay for this at some point later in life. :)
You couldn't avoid the dark side forever. Poop happens ;-)
Boy poop is horrendous, but so is the opposing end. Baby constipation was terrifying to my dear son, and after surviving one bout of it, I am now encouraging the explosions. And I'll ditto Christy, the older the baby, the worse the poop.
Good luck, I'm so glad to find your blog on such an eventful day... ^_^
A non-pooping baby would be awesome! I have totally been where you are :-)
Hey, what's the song?
too funny you posted this today, I had poop in the bathtub today, no fun at all!
LOL. Well, there was the one time that involved having to trash a stroller because there was no way I was putting in my van to bring it home to wash it. :) And I have girls.
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