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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