Potty Tales

I generally try to keep the blog poop-free. But I have such a story for you, full of drama and humor and wailing-child, and the poop is really just sort of a setting.

The month of September has breezed right by us. I have no idea where the time has gone, but gone it has. I know in the first half of the month the Boy had a stomach bug because those diapers will haunt me for quite some time. It was a good 10 days of nastiness, and the last 4 days he didn't eat much at all. He's doing much better, eating us out of house and home again, and the diapers...well, it's starting to seem that they might not return to normal.

See, after the stomach bug, the poop pendulum swung to the other extreme. (Please don't make me be more graphic than that.) And it involved the Boy on all fours, pushing until he was red in the face and screaming. I would pick him up, take him in to the toilet, take off his diaper and sit him on the toilet--thinking that the shift in positions might help. He would hold on to me--we don't want him falling in--and things would...eventually...work themselves out.

Needless to say, he's back on his high fiber diet.

The situation has been back to normal for over a week now, but it seems that the Boy is now used to pooping on the toilet and does NOT want to poop in his diaper any more. He feels it coming, looks at me, starts a-screamin' and it's off to the toilet we go. I think we need to invest in a Boy sized toilet and sooner rather than later.

It started me thinking about the eccentricities of kids and how there are things that only the Mothers get. I'm trying to compile a working list of them for my Mom, for her reference, while I'm off gallivanting in New York. It's actually quite hard to do, to me, he's just my kid. But to other people, these quirks are outside of the norm for toddler behavior and should probably be noted. My other reason for doing it, is that it provides a great opportunity to note the thrilling tales of the day to day experience of mothering this awesome Boy.

(He's sitting next to me looking ever so studiously at a book of Baby Animals. Turning each page individually and then turning back to compare. He cracks me up.)