Poop is news when you have babies.
Last night a bunch of us went to Benihana to celebrate Grace's first birthday. (Happy birthday Grace!) We mixed rice with some soup broth and placed it in front of her and she ate like I've never seen her eat. Her little tummy was bulging when we left.
"She going to poop big time tomorrow," I thought as we walked out. (I had had a few Mai Tai's so that's truly what I thought.)
Sure enough, when she alerted us that she was awake around 7:30am she had a nice big poop in her diaper. Good news! I changed her, congratulating her as I always do on a job well done, and gave her some breakfast.
Soon I noticed an odd smell. Had I left the diaper sitting out? No - it was yet another poop, this one about the same size and consistency as the last. I couldn't recall two poops less than an hour apart before. Benihana was working its magic on Grace, and later that morning on me as well, I have to admit.
When my wife came downstairs I announced the news that Grace had done two poops already. Suzanne was pleased.
We're always cognizant of how many Grace does per day and I figured her morning accomplishments were like money in the bank for the next two, maybe three days.
I deposited the diapers in the trash bin on the way to my car. At least I knew no wildlife would attempt to get into the garbage now.
With Audrey it's the same thing except at 3 1/2 she uses the toilet, and lately it's been her and her only using the toilet. The only risky part is the wiping job but she generally gives a decent effort. She always wants privacy and shuts the door and when we ask if she's done she always says "no." Her time on the pot has been lengthening for awhile now - I'm convinced she's sandbagging though. Any 3-year-old can get on and off in a minute or less if she needs to.
When she's done there's always appreciation: "Good job Audrey!" "That was a good one!" followed by discussion: "When was the last poop she did?" "How was it?" "How did it smell?" If there was a newspaper called the Poop Times, such is the stuff if would be made of.
If you have poop stories please comment. But know this - your kids, like my girls, are not going to be happy when they read this when they are older.
