So, today is our anniversary. I woke up in bed with my husband. Mr. Bacon Bringer Homer woke up in bed with our 2 children. We have been married for 4 years. Little did we know that 4 years later this would be our routine. Monk was born exactly 10 months and 1 day after we got married, so we really never got to experience the newlywed period of life without children. Oops, guess we were just too good at the practicing. We always said that we didn't want to just have one child. We wanted him/her to have a sibling, and well we weren't going to rush it, but I didn't want to even think about it until Monk was at least 2 years old. Well, God had a different plan for us. There was no thinking about it or "trying". A few weeks after Monk turned 2 the stick turned blue.
Having a new baby, your world starts revolving around poop. We never thought that poop would be a topic of conversation in our household. Boy, is life...ummm interesting. The screams of "oh, my God, how could something this little have that much poo!" was probably heard by our neighbors as well as "Honey, get the scissors, this onezie is not worth saving!". Oh the delights of being a first time parent.
Now, flash forward 3 years into parenting comes potty training. Just when our neighbors thought that the yelling for scissors was over, little did they know it would be followed by "these underwear are not worth saving!" nor did we. While we were in the beginning stages of this new parenting quest, praise, joy, and rewards were abound. We made a big deal out of using the potty and wearing big boy undies. Monk pretty much has it down pat except for at night. Yay, one kid out of diapers, one more to go!
Gator is an a-typical pooping baby. When he was about a month old, he went without pooping for 6 days and our entire family began to worry something was wrong with him. We rushed him to the pediatrician, who looked at me and said "since he is a breastfed baby, it's OK. We will talk when he hasn't pooped for 10 days. Since he is a preemie, he is probably using up everything he eats.". When he finally did poop, later that night, we sort of made a big deal with it. Of course, Monk was there to hear and bear witness to the whole thing.
Little did we know that we created a poop patrol monster. Monk is the Sergeant in Command. Now Sgt. Monk of the Poop Patrol thinks it is his duty to have to look at every one of the Gator's diapers checking to see if the Gator has pooped. If he did, the excitement comes out "Yay, he pooped" comes flying out of his mouth followed by "it's ____(color)". If Gator has not, Monk is quiet and somber "Nope, just pee." and goes running back to whatever he was doing.
So now, the cloth diapers has turned Sgt. Monk of the Poop Patrol's world upside down. Cloth diapers in this house already come with colors. Though the insides are white in the ever on duty mini-human's mind, the poop has to be a different color than what it used to be when we would throw them away. Throwing in another curve ball is the fact that the Gator started eating solid foods. "whoa Mommy, that doesn't look right, I think he needs to go to the doctor!" What's a mother to do?
Now the "Why's" have started and beginning with poop and the color of it. Dog poop, cat poop, everybody poops Sgt. Monk, just like you! A wise friend, who has raised her children, just sending her youngest off to college, told me that she hasn't been to the restroom by herself in over 32 years. When she first told me of this, I thought...Hello door locks! Well door locks as I have come to find out, don't keep your child from asking you "Mommy why did you lock the door? Are you pooping? Daddy Whatcha doing in there? Are you pooping?" I now understand where she was going with this when she was referring to her children when they were little. Why lock the door, they are just going to beat on it until you answer them! All our Pooping Sgt. wants to know is if you are regular or do we need to take you to the doctor. We have thought about getting the "Everybody Poops" book for him at the library, but that's about making it OK for a kid to poop in the potty, defeating the grand purpose of changing the subject of poop in our house.
Having a new baby, your world starts revolving around poop. We never thought that poop would be a topic of conversation in our household. Boy, is life...ummm interesting. The screams of "oh, my God, how could something this little have that much poo!" was probably heard by our neighbors as well as "Honey, get the scissors, this onezie is not worth saving!". Oh the delights of being a first time parent.
Now, flash forward 3 years into parenting comes potty training. Just when our neighbors thought that the yelling for scissors was over, little did they know it would be followed by "these underwear are not worth saving!" nor did we. While we were in the beginning stages of this new parenting quest, praise, joy, and rewards were abound. We made a big deal out of using the potty and wearing big boy undies. Monk pretty much has it down pat except for at night. Yay, one kid out of diapers, one more to go!
Gator is an a-typical pooping baby. When he was about a month old, he went without pooping for 6 days and our entire family began to worry something was wrong with him. We rushed him to the pediatrician, who looked at me and said "since he is a breastfed baby, it's OK. We will talk when he hasn't pooped for 10 days. Since he is a preemie, he is probably using up everything he eats.". When he finally did poop, later that night, we sort of made a big deal with it. Of course, Monk was there to hear and bear witness to the whole thing.
Little did we know that we created a poop patrol monster. Monk is the Sergeant in Command. Now Sgt. Monk of the Poop Patrol thinks it is his duty to have to look at every one of the Gator's diapers checking to see if the Gator has pooped. If he did, the excitement comes out "Yay, he pooped" comes flying out of his mouth followed by "it's ____(color)". If Gator has not, Monk is quiet and somber "Nope, just pee." and goes running back to whatever he was doing.
So now, the cloth diapers has turned Sgt. Monk of the Poop Patrol's world upside down. Cloth diapers in this house already come with colors. Though the insides are white in the ever on duty mini-human's mind, the poop has to be a different color than what it used to be when we would throw them away. Throwing in another curve ball is the fact that the Gator started eating solid foods. "whoa Mommy, that doesn't look right, I think he needs to go to the doctor!" What's a mother to do?
Now the "Why's" have started and beginning with poop and the color of it. Dog poop, cat poop, everybody poops Sgt. Monk, just like you! A wise friend, who has raised her children, just sending her youngest off to college, told me that she hasn't been to the restroom by herself in over 32 years. When she first told me of this, I thought...Hello door locks! Well door locks as I have come to find out, don't keep your child from asking you "Mommy why did you lock the door? Are you pooping? Daddy Whatcha doing in there? Are you pooping?" I now understand where she was going with this when she was referring to her children when they were little. Why lock the door, they are just going to beat on it until you answer them! All our Pooping Sgt. wants to know is if you are regular or do we need to take you to the doctor. We have thought about getting the "Everybody Poops" book for him at the library, but that's about making it OK for a kid to poop in the potty, defeating the grand purpose of changing the subject of poop in our house.
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