Moosh Poop!
As if our household needs another
reason to discuss poop…
At Christmas time in AZ, Pickle’s cousin Javelina took
a horse riding lesson – it was great…the trainer had the personality of a piece
of plywood and Javelina was not impressed. However, Pickle really enjoyed
watching from the sidelines...the horse took a duke at one point and she yelled
out “poop”. Yep, that’s poop. I didn’t think much of it, until we did our next
nightly book-reading-marathon and she pointed to every single animal’s bum and
said “poop”. I tried not to laugh and asked her to tell me what the animal
sound was – no such luck. We’re just a poop talking kinda family. Along the
same lines of poop, we’ve been slowly trying the potty training. She actually
did the #2 in her potty last July - I was so excited that I texted the photo of
the evidence to my mom and sister. Super impressed, they were. Grandma
immediately sent cutesy big girl underwear. Fast forward seven months and we’ve
had no interest in going on the potty. You would think that you’d be stoked to
go on a potty that cheers for you after you go – I know the adults in our house
would appreciate it.
On Friday, while I’m
picking her up from school, she grabs her crotch and says “poop”. Of course I
have to stick my nose down there, nothing. She’s messing with me. Friday night
and Saturday morning we attempt a “let’s sit here and read a book” potty-time.
No luck, she’s too busy in her bounce “housh”. Sunday morning arrives with a
moose walking around the yard, we all watch him wandering around looking for
grub. Then he poops for us – everyone is so excited! - I'm not kidding...Uncle JoJo & the kids are stoked. Pickle repeats “moosh poop”
and runs to the window to see it…ALL.DAY.LONG.
At Christmas time in AZ, Pickle’s cousin Javelina took
a horse riding lesson – it was great…the trainer had the personality of a piece
of plywood and Javelina was not impressed. However, Pickle really enjoyed
watching from the sidelines...the horse took a duke at one point and she yelled
out “poop”. Yep, that’s poop. I didn’t think much of it, until we did our next
nightly book-reading-marathon and she pointed to every single animal’s bum and
said “poop”. I tried not to laugh and asked her to tell me what the animal
sound was – no such luck. We’re just a poop talking kinda family. Along the
same lines of poop, we’ve been slowly trying the potty training. She actually
did the #2 in her potty last July - I was so excited that I texted the photo of
the evidence to my mom and sister. Super impressed, they were. Grandma
immediately sent cutesy big girl underwear. Fast forward seven months and we’ve
had no interest in going on the potty. You would think that you’d be stoked to
go on a potty that cheers for you after you go – I know the adults in our house
would appreciate it.On Friday, while I’m
picking her up from school, she grabs her crotch and says “poop”. Of course I
have to stick my nose down there, nothing. She’s messing with me. Friday night
and Saturday morning we attempt a “let’s sit here and read a book” potty-time.
No luck, she’s too busy in her bounce “housh”. Sunday morning arrives with a
moose walking around the yard, we all watch him wandering around looking for
grub. Then he poops for us – everyone is so excited! - I'm not kidding...Uncle JoJo & the kids are stoked. Pickle repeats “moosh poop”
and runs to the window to see it…ALL.DAY.LONG.
Sunday night rolls around and we
begin with the crotch grabbing “poop” goodness again. I ask her to sit on the toilet - no go. She runs around the house and I run to her - check it out and nada for half a dozen
times. The Pickle is crying wolf. Then I
hear it. “POOP” and a diaper being ripped off – I run to the playroom and sure
enough…we’ve got our own “moosh poop” and it’s about to hit the playroom floor.
Rad. I’m certain that this will not be an isolated incident, so I only freak out a bit. The good news –
she’s getting closer, but the strong-willed child is
going to give me a run for the money. Let’s hope she doesn’t follow Daddy’s
example and try to pee off the porch…
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