Five for Ten: YesMay 18, 2010 at 3:44 am | Posted in Bun, Family, Five for Ten, Giggles | 32 Comments
Tags: Babies, Challenges, Children, Diapers, Fatherhood, Humor, Kids, Motherhood
It’s the middle of the night. My newborn son has some tenacious hiccups. For the third night in a row. So. Instead of trying to write something new with the few brain synapses currently firing? I’m saying “yes” to recycling this post, one of my very first.
Hiccup. Hiccup. Hiccup.
I am a mom of small children. I stay home. I change diapers. And I am a pro. (Yes, you knew it was only a matter of time before I talked about poop … inevitable, sort of like the minivan in my future.) So, without further ado, here is my first poop post. I’m pretty excited.
The other night, my husband (who is, God bless him, primary kid-bather) took Lollipop and Giggles upstairs for their nightly bath. I heard the usual elephant-tromping, water-running, rubber-duck-throwing that usually ensues. Then I heard my husband’s distress signal.
He needed a wingman.
Quite capable of parenting solo, he could only have encountered one thing: stealth poop. Definition: the unexpected discovery of poop — usually in a diaper, but occasionally elsewhere — at an inopportune time.
Yes, stealth poop. In his haste to get in the tub and splash all the water out, Giggles had yanked down his diaper and inadvertently stepped in his poop. In the chaotic dash to the changing table, he then managed to smear it on his hands and my husband’s hands.
I arrived upstairs. Handed my husband a plastic bag for the 273 wipes he had used. Went to make sure Lollipop didn’t jump in the tub unattended.
And I laughed. I tried to keep it in. OK, I didn’t really try. It was funny. It might, just might, have been the highlight of my day.
Why? Because I’m certain I’ve been in that predicament, too. All alone. During the day. With no wingman. And it wasn’t so much funny as traumatic, so I’ve blocked it out. Plus, now, 7,000 diapers later, I know the secret to stealth poop …
Ask. Never forget to ask. “Giggles, do you have poop in your diaper?” And if he does, he will grin at you, eyes wickedly a’twinkle, and answer, “Yesh!”
Oh, yesh, indeed.
Have you ever encountered stealth poop? Or laughed at your partner in the middle of an, um, diaper dilemma? What child-rearing tasks have you said “yes” to so many time that you’re now an expert?
Read more about “yes” over at Momalom’s Five for Ten.