From the minute they are born, everyone is obsessed with whether your baby has had a bowel movement. What colour it is, what consistency it is. How long it is since they last did one.
I think every mother will have had those explosion moments when you can’t believe how quickly it can travel up to your babies shoulders within seconds.
I’ve got three children and sometimes the milestones of one blurs into another child, but not those memorable number two moments.
These are my unforgettable (although I wish I could) moments.
First born: Taking a pair of scissors to a rather tight fitting baby vest with the up to the shoulders disaster going on. I just couldn’t bring myself to lift it over her head and just cut the vest off her right up the front.
Second born: During the dreaded potty training phase, we were at a Bonfire night fireworks display. She had ‘an accident’ and my husband dealt with it by taking away the offending knickers & threw them onto the bonfire.
Third born: On holiday in Fuerteventura last year, we had a gorgeous jacuzzi bath, which the two youngest loved to get into at the end of the day to get rid of suncream, dirt & sand. We had maybe let them stay in the bath too long, when the 6YO screamed he’s done a poo. The 1YO stood looking rather triumphant. We quickly switched the jacuzzi off and OH went to grab the first thing he could find from the villa to deal with the offending item. He returned hastily and proceeded to scoop the poo out of the bath with a frying pan.
He was surprised the next morning when none of us wanted to take him up on his offer of scrambled egg.
What I never bargained for in becoming a mum is how much hilarity ensues with regard to toilet humour amongst my offspring. Who knew that one of our favourite books was going to be about a little mole who had the misfortune of someone doing a poo on his head, and the story becomes a ‘poodunnit’ as he tries to find out who the culprit is, in all it’s pop up glory. If you are not familiar with this little gem it is: The Story of the Little Mole – Plop-up Edition
This post is in honour of the Friday Club – Carnival of Poo.