Ok, so I hate “p” words.
I don’t even want to write them here, but I guess I have to so that you know what I’m talking about. You know…all those gross bodily function words? (poo, pee, pimple, puss, phart…ok that starts with an f)
I am just not one of those people who likes to discuss these things…I think they are private things.
Boy, how does having kids change your life! I think I talk about poo at least 5 times a day! My husband will yell to me, “Honey, come look at Pax’s diaper…it’s a weird color.” And I actually come, look and analyze the color of my son’s poo.
It’s gross, I know. But, you have to understand how far I’ve come as a mother.
However, my two (almost three) year old has entered a new phase. He’s completely potty trained and is a champ at going #2. I’ve gotten over getting grossed out when emptying the little potty and cleaning him up. I can handle it. I cannot, however, handle what my son proceeds to do after pooping.
He has to tell me what shape it looks like! Bleh.
“Momma, it looks like a pickle!” He exclaims.
To which (like any other good mother) I reply, “That’s great, Zander, you are such a smart boy.”
You’d think that reply would be enough. But, no.
“Momma, you didn’t look at it.”
“Zander, yes, I did. It looks like a pickle.” I’m lying…I try to avoid actually looking at the poo.
“Momma, you’re not looking at it. You have to see the pickle.”
Oy vey. I have to look at it. He won’t relent until I’ve studied the thing and agreed that it does indeed look like a pickle…or an octopus or an “O” or a smiley face or any other object that it remotely resembles.
Yes, each time, it’s something different and I have to examine and agree.
And honestly, he’s pretty smart.
It really did look like a pickle.
How have you changed since you’ve become a mother? I’d love to hear your stories!