***warning, detailed poop talk follows. Step away from the blog if you can't (or don't want to) hang
Bathroom talk is common in my house. Not because we have some odd kind of fetish but because we need to track my daughters BMs. Seriously, we keep a calendar to document their frequency. Don't ask... it's just necessary.
My son whose BMs we don't track (thank heaven for small favors) because he's,er, very regular makes a point of telling me when he goes anyway. Hell, he sees all the praise my daughter, J , gets when she goes - why wouldn't he want to announce his to the world ?
Ahem...
So Saturday, I'm sitting down minding my own business and my son B says "Mom, I just went poo"
"Great," I say expecting he'll quickly move on to something else
"Yeah, and this time it was yellow. Most of the times it's brown but one time it was green"
Uh yeah. It's at moments like that that I silently question my decision to become a parent.
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It's moment like that that would make me question what he had been eating...did you feed him lamb korma?
ok,so, I totally had to Google Lamb Korma. heh.
Uggh it was probably just corn.
Ok that was nasty... sometimes I outgross myself.
OK... this is probably more than you wanted to know, but once my son's was bright green. Like chartreuse. So I did what any good mother would do... I brought my husband in to look at it. Apparently, he had fed the small child some blue gatorade which turns your poo, well, green. Who knew!
At least he just commented on the color. I love the conversations about consistency and size. Now those are topics to share!
Isn't it funny how the topics of conversation change after you have kids? We have had some of those ourselves and they always leave me asking myself, did that just happen?
Your blog is tres cool by the way...
I still love a good poop story.
We have to track JM's too....and I HATE it!
We have talks like this..."Is your stomach telling you that you need to sit on the potty?"
Oh...and we have to be the "gas police" too! LOVE THAT!!!
This will top even my own level of previous grossness....just to prove that boys don't outgrow their fascination with poop....
After my husband eats black licorice, the BMs are bright bright green. I take this on his authority because really, I would rather kill myself than actually go look.
He called me from work the other day to say that it was so green, he almost took a picture of it with his Blackberry and sent it to me.
Yes, I have the number of a good divorce lawyer on speed dial.
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