... for another blog post about poop. Yeah, it's been a while. But honestly, poop is a major part of my life. Between the baby and the toddler, I think I'm elbow deep in poopy diapers fourteen thousand times a day. (Okay, maybe a bit of hyperbole there... just a bit...). For that six word memoir, I think I could also have written:
talking about poop, all day long
Or maybe:
poop is my life, it seems
Or maybe:
"Another poopy diaper?" I ask again.
Okay, I think I'm getting carried away with this.
But on the poopy track (gross image...), I just had to share an exchange I had with the toddler today that made me laugh a true, guttural laugh for the first time in a while. I was playing with the baby on the floor with him lying on his back and me on my knees leaning over him, tickling and giggling together. The toddler was playing with us, alternately shoving her face into the baby's face and climbing on my back. This is embarrassing to admit to all the world (or the 5 of you who read my silly posts), but I'm a bit of a gassy person. ('A bit' meaning terribly and constantly, of course). The position that I was sitting in aroused some gas in me, and since I was in the privacy of my own home with only two munchkins as my company, I let it out.
The toddler, who I made sure was not in the 'line of fire' when I let loose, comes right in my face and asks, "Poopy, Mommy?"
I respond, "No baby, just a farty." (If you add 'y' to the end of any word, it makes it quite alright to use with a toddler...).
She looks at me with a clearly skeptical expression and states, "No. I check." She immediately turns around, grabs the back of my jeans waistband, and pulls it out while getting up close for a quick peek.
Can you tell how I often check her diaper for poops? Yeah, she's my little monkey.
10 comments:
OMG. I can sooo see my toddler doing that. In between diapering every doll and stuffed animal in sight, of course.
LMAO. I think my kids have grown up thinking that the morning starts, not with the sounds of birds chirping, but with the sounds that are coming from my behind. I figure I sleep all night inhaling air and when I awake it needs to come out. Can I help that???
BTW: I did my 6 word memoir.
Hee... I can just see her doing it, too. She cracks me up.
And I'm consternating about my memoir. There are ideas brewing. :)
awesome! the majority of my weekends are consumed with changing poopy diapers and wiping toddler butt. the other day, my dog shit all over the living room during the night, so i had dog "poopy" to clean up too.
oh, and re: the farting thing... farts are funny in our household, because let's be honest - farts are funny! soon enough, i'm sure my 19mo will be asking to "check my pants"... LOL
OMG! that is funny!
oh that is fabulous. I need to figure out how to keep up with fun blogs like yours instead of reading 20 posts in one go! oh yeah, and write on my own blog too....
Oh, that is classic! I love her skepticism. :) I'm still laughing...
Hi Dawn, It's Kellie from the Nook. This is a great post, beautifully written and so funny. I like honesty in a blog...Anyway, I was looking over your sidebar and wondering if you yourself are a knitter. I am also a knitter and am always happy to find others of my ilk.
Funny post!
I my 4 year old has done this to a visiting baby.
Embarrassing!
Ha ha!!! What a priceless moment.
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