Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Motherhood, nothing like it



May 1st means it's time for The Blog Exchange! Join me in welcoming Jerri Ann from A Crack'n Life as our blog exchange guest today. The theme for this one is of course, Motherhood. You can find me over at her space. Enjoy!

You know, you hear all kinds of stuff when you are pregnant, some good, some bad, some just plain ugly. But, you have to decide for yourself what is worth remembering and what is ready for…the trash. One thing that I have heard all my life is in reference to poop. First of all, as a pre-parent, most folks use the profane word for poop. As you near your child’s due date, you find yourself using the word poop more and more often. By the time your child is 3 days old, not only have you used the word poop a lot, you’ve told anyone who will listen about your newborns poop. You will describe it in all its glory. You will tell people whether it is hard or soft, how often it occurs, whether it runs out of the diaper or maybe that it is sticky or tacky. I’m not kidding, this transformation from profanity using pre-adult to poop talking parent is a milestone to be remembered.

Now that we have that taken care of, do you wonder exactly what it is that I heard about poop that was so important that I have remembered it all these years? Of course you do. Well, I was told that once you have your own children, coping with poop will be a breeze. Well, regarding your own child’s poop anyway.

I am here to tell you that emphatically, this is not true. If I have anyone in the house with me besides the children, (meaning another adult) I do not change poopy diapers. No, I am not kidding. It absolutely makes me sick. I have been known to call my mom to come to my house simply because one of my adorable boys has filled his diaper. No, I am not kidding about this either. My mother lives about 100 yards from me. Once she was mowing grass and I yelled out the window until I got her attention. She quit mowing to come to my house and change a diaper. No lie.

Another time, while pregnant with Jace, Walker had a poopy diaper. I went in my bedroom while my mother changed the diaper in the next room. Within minutes of that diaper being disposed of, I was vomiting. Yes, again, sadly I say, this too is true.

I don’t care if it is my own child or not, wiping butts, managing poop and its smells is just not something I take lightly. Almost everyone that knows me and visits my house knows how poop affects me and will generally change a poopy diaper if I need them to do it.

All I can say is this, the days immediately following the potty training of son number two, will be grounds for the biggest celebration ever in my house.

I am Jerri Ann, mother of 2 intelligent little boys, ages 2 and 4 and married to a boy genius. I am definitely the underdog in this house and anticipate much doom in the coming days. I am in the process of buying my own daycare so feel free to come on over and visit my blog, regularly where I write about my adventures of being a business owner as well as the trauma that comes with raising 2 boys. I also write a celebrity blog on the same site under advertising and celebrities, a reality tv blog at and a blog about TV Boyfriends Yes, I am a busy blogger and I’d love your company on any or all of my sites.


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10 comments:

  1. I love this! I can handle poop pretty well, but my husband can relate to the gagging thing you describe! Very funny! Well, maybe not to you....

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  2. I remember the first few days, when Dawson pooped out the meconium. Ugh. I hated that part of having a child. It was just gross!

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  3. Poop I can handle no problem, but votiming ... well that's another story. I never thought before I became a mom that I would even consider discussing this stuff.

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  4. Discussing it, I am buying a daycare and poop is common conversation around here. The way I have it figured is this, I own the place, someone I am paying can do the poopy diapers....honestly, I can do vomit better...Thanks for reading

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  5. I am with you on this one. I do change poops (I guess because my mom lives two hours away), but I have been known to dry heave and gag.

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  6. Did I read right that you are planning on opening a day care but you don't like poop?

    Are you hiring your mom too? :)

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  7. Poop doesn't bother me, but it took me a long time to get used to the word "poop". It just sounds gross to me, but that is the word used at our house.

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  8. Oh, how I hate talking about poop. I wasn't one of those moms. I try to get it over with as quickly as possible and more less forget I ever saw or smelled or anything with it. Let alone talk about it....ahhh.

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  9. hah - the change of terminology definitely happened around here too :) like cuter words make it cuter somehow...

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  10. I know I'm late getting back here but yes I am buying a daycare that is already in the works. I've been there for 3 months and had to change 2 poopy diapers....if you are the owner....someone should always be around to handle those poopy diapers...and yes I am hiring my mother, lol

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