So we have our conundrum you see, as they'll go in their pants ten minutes after going in the potty. Without so much as a care. They won't give you a heads up. The don't conceive of it. I'm not sure how we'll ever potty train them or if we will. I have hopes for Miles. Charlie? Hmmm I dunno. Charlie is more challenged.
I thought I would share a slice of life moment of the more grotesque sort. Turn away now if you are squeamish or can't handle poop talk.
Although if you can't handle poop talk, really why are you here? Have you even read this blog? We've got poop talk.
First there is the sniffing. Oh god, someone's pooped. Who pooped? Everyone bring your butt here for a check - who's poopie?
Once the pooper is found, we retreat to the bedroom for a cleanup and a new pullup.
"I need diaper" he says.
"Yes, I know. You pooped."
"Yeah." he answers.
Your first thought when changing a too big kids diaper is to get out what you need. The husband is better at this than me. My list includes bag for the diaper, new diaper, wipes, changing pad. Then - you have the poop.
Sometimes you think things like this:
- Why does this smell like plastic?
- What IS that? Is that plastic?
- When did we have corn?
- GOD What is this?
- WHY DO WE SERVE POPCORN WHY WHY WHY?
- Is that....a toy? What is THAT?
- Oh god is that a string?
- OMG WHAT IS IT A STRING TO?
- How LONG IS THIS STRING?
But recently we've had more like this:
- God that's....what is that?
- It's strings and...is this cloth?
- Oh my god how much is there of this? What is it?
- IS THIS QUILT? FROM THE DOUBLE WEDDING RING QUILT?
- Oh my GOD HE AT THE QUILT
- Oh god more string
No joke. He ate huge longish chunks of a quilt that his brother liked to sleep with. It's old, not sentimental and it was fraying a LOT but his brother liked it so we had been allowing it to be used.
That's a difference that it's hard to explain. I have to be aware of what is in my house because I might find it in a diaper. And it might not be digestible and it might hurt him. So I have to look at small things, toys, doodads and wonder if it will end up in a diaper or send us to the ER.
I'm hoping we've finished with the diapers full of poo-quilt.