So, I sat down to finally update this neglected blog with beautiful photos of our new baby's blessing day and discovered The Beloved has our memory card in his computer -
So instead we're going to chat about a few other things -
Like...
POOP.
I hate poop.
I hate throw up more -
but I definitely still have the capacity in this brain of mine to have a very strong dislike for
POOP.
Here's a conversation that occurred about 5 minutes ago between Lou and Ruckus (Former Baby's new name -ruck·us
[ruhk-uhs] –noun
1. a noisy commotion; fracas; rumpus )
Fits him perfectly eh?
Anway, Lou and Ruckus were coming in from playing outside when Ruckus turns to me and proclaims,
"Lou pooped."
Lou shushes him saying, "Shhh, don't say poop."
"Poop."
"DON'T SAY POOP!"
"Mom, Lou pooped."
I say, "Did you poop?"
"No."
Ruckus says,"Over there."
And points behind a tree.
I move toward the door and say to Ruckus,
"Show me where the poop is."
Meanwhile Lou is yelling,
"No, don't go, don't go. I hate poop. I hate poop."
Gosh, don't they know I hate poop too?
And sure enough, I am led by the younger sibling to the donation spot.
I don't understand it.
Lou hates pooping in the toilet - got it. - But doesn't it seem like such a grander effort to find a squating location and then have to secretly let one go?
A few months ago he pulled something similiar when I caught him sneaking out of his room.
I said, "Lou what are you doing?"
"Um, don't go in there."
So like any parents reaction I stormed into the room as quickly as possible.
Greeting me on Lou's Thomas the Train rug was one large brown specimen.
I said, "Lou, why did you poop on the floor?"
"I didn't poop on the floor, I pooped on Thomas."
Oh, Kid -
I should be thankful,
at least this last time he was house trained.
So instead we're going to chat about a few other things -
Like...
POOP.
I hate poop.
I hate throw up more -
but I definitely still have the capacity in this brain of mine to have a very strong dislike for
POOP.
Here's a conversation that occurred about 5 minutes ago between Lou and Ruckus (Former Baby's new name -ruck·us
[ruhk-uhs] –noun
1. a noisy commotion; fracas; rumpus )
Fits him perfectly eh?
Anway, Lou and Ruckus were coming in from playing outside when Ruckus turns to me and proclaims,
"Lou pooped."
Lou shushes him saying, "Shhh, don't say poop."
"Poop."
"DON'T SAY POOP!"
"Mom, Lou pooped."
I say, "Did you poop?"
"No."
Ruckus says,"Over there."
And points behind a tree.
I move toward the door and say to Ruckus,
"Show me where the poop is."
Meanwhile Lou is yelling,
"No, don't go, don't go. I hate poop. I hate poop."
Gosh, don't they know I hate poop too?
And sure enough, I am led by the younger sibling to the donation spot.
I don't understand it.
Lou hates pooping in the toilet - got it. - But doesn't it seem like such a grander effort to find a squating location and then have to secretly let one go?
A few months ago he pulled something similiar when I caught him sneaking out of his room.
I said, "Lou what are you doing?"
"Um, don't go in there."
So like any parents reaction I stormed into the room as quickly as possible.
Greeting me on Lou's Thomas the Train rug was one large brown specimen.
I said, "Lou, why did you poop on the floor?"
"I didn't poop on the floor, I pooped on Thomas."
Oh, Kid -
I should be thankful,
at least this last time he was house trained.
2 comments:
I soooooooo needed this laugh. Thank you, thank you, thank you! You made my day. I think you are one very special person. You must take after some incredible people in your life... I would say it was your mom but she hates any sentence that refers to any bodily function - now for me, it just makes me laugh. Thanks again!
What fun reading all of your updates. You have a great family and a lot to be proud of. You have a wonderful talent for making the mundane tasks of daily life humorous and sound exciting. I needed that. My hubby recently went back to school and I can only imagine with a newborn how challenging that is for you...by the time they work, fulfill church duties and do homework, somedays I just want to sit in the corner and cry for a break or help. I am glad you have so much family nearby and a wonderful mom that can help. Moms are wonderful and I sure miss mine. Glad to hear you are all doing well!
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