It seems that every parent has some funny poop story about their kid. Well, now that I have three, I might as well blog about them! I’ll start from the most recent.
This happened last Monday night. Let me preface it a little by saying that we cloth diaper, as many of you know, and we love it! But after two and a half years of (literally) the same diapers, some of his pocket diapers have lost the elasticity around the leg. I’m speaking of Bum Genius, for all you clothers out there. I absolutely loved this diaper until very recently. I think I would try a different brand next time. Okay, anyway– Peer was in the den playing while Andy and I were cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner. I peeked in on him when he got quiet and I noticed him in a weird position playing with something. But he’s a toddler, so I don’t take weird positions too seriously. So I went back into the kitchen and continued working. A minute later, with more urgency than I’ve ever seen on this kid, he comes dashing through the kitchen saying “I get some nose!” (“nose” is his word for toilet paper or kleenex) I looked in the den and there it was– a huge gigantic poo-poo on the floor! His poop had escaped out of his diaper, down his pant leg and onto the floor. He came back from the bathroom with about two squares of toilet paper that he handed to his daddy. Poor kid, he was so sad! Luckily we have tile in that room, so it was easy to clean up. Andy reassured Peer that he didn’t do anything wrong and that he did a good job by trying to clean it up himself. Sweet kid… stupid diaper.
I’m sad to admit that I do have a distracted parent poop story, but I guess it happens to the best of us. I can’t remember if this was another diaper fail or what, but once upstairs when Andy and I were both looking at my computer for a minute, somehow Peer poop ended up on the carpet, after which he stepped in it, getting poop everywhere. The crazy thing is that it took us a minute to figure out what had happened. It was, of course, the smell that tipped us off. Cleaning this one up was a lot more difficult. But after a lot of scrubbing, there’s no longer any trace of it.
So once a few months ago, Andy took Peer’s diaper off downstairs and let him run around naked for a minute while he took care of it. I was cleaning up the kitchen and all of a sudden I hear Peer next to me saying “poo-poo! poo-poo!”. I looked down and realized he had squatted right there on the kitchen floor and pooped! At least I can’t blame the diaper for this one…
I just realized that all these stories are in our new house… never had a poop incident in our old one. What’s the deal with that?