Oh my

18 Nov

I am about to devolve into a complete mommy-blogger cliche.  It has taken me several days to come to grips with this, but I have decided it’s time.

I’m going to write about poop.

Lord help us.

I hate even writing the word, but here I sit, about to tell two stories about my daughter’s bowel movements.  If this turns your stomach stop reading right now.  I certainly won’t be offended.

For those of you who wish to continue, don’t say I didn’t warn you.  Here we go.

On Friday morning Ruby woke up as usual and snuggled in bed with us for a bit.  When she got up she went into our bathroom, patted her bottom, said “book” (her word for poop), and simultaneously patted the closed toilet lid.  I asked her if she had a poopy diaper and she said no.  I asked her if she wanted to poop on the potty and she said yes.  I figured we could give it a shot so I stripped her down and sat her on the toilet.  She proceeded to grunt a little and after about five minutes she had pooped!


I was now certain that our daughter is a genius, or at least some sort of bathroom savant.  We haven’t been pushing the potty-training at all, so I was just blown away that she would take the initiative to ask to poop on the potty and then actually do it.  Huzzah!

Yesterday we flew a bit too close to the sun.

I was so impressed by Ruby’s performance the previous day that I decided to try to replicate it.  Upon waking after a lovely sleep-in during which my wonderful husband watched the baby, I stripped her down again and plopped her on the potty.  She sat there for a few minutes and tinkled a bit, and then announced that she was done.  I was hopeful that she would try again in a few minutes so while I brushed my teeth I let her run around in the nude.

I heard our closet door close and then open about 30 seconds later, and then saw Ruby run back into the bathroom and grab some toilet paper.  When Matty announced “it smells like poop in here!” I knew that something had gone terribly awry.  Sure enough, Ruby had apparently decided that she needed some privacy or perhaps just liked being surrounded by clothes and shoes and purses while she did her business.

So a genius she is not, but she is still pretty cute.  Oh and Matty cleaned up the mess–how lucky am I?

2 Responses to “Oh my”

  1. Mary Jane Atwood November 18, 2012 at 3:43 pm #

    Too funny, Sarahbelle! I just love how you phrased the closet incident. I laughed until I had tears in my eyes.

  2. Mariellen November 19, 2012 at 4:27 pm #

    hooray for poop! you know i love this subject as it is near and dear to my heart! she’s still a genius, sarah, because she knows how it feels before she has to go and that it is not proper to go in her pants (and at least she grabbed toilet paper after going in the closet instead of using clothes!). don’t feel like she’s taken a step backward, i’ve heard a lot of potty training stories and they all go like this, however i’ve never heard of such a young child grasping the concept!

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