Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Poopoo Patrol

Yes...we are going to talk about poopoo (and I'm assuming that everyone knows what I'm talking about)...so for all for you out there who have issues with poopoo, it's best you disregard this blog. Now on with the show...

Emily has become somewhat infatuated with all things involving poopoo. With the recent addition of our new puppy Zoe, and Emily's repeated visualization of her own poopoo in her diapers, poopoo has become a big part of Emily's life.

Since we potty-trained Zoe inside the house (she uses a "potty-pad" and does her #1/#2 on the pad in the house)...Emily has been on poopoo patrol. Any time Zoe poopoos on the pad (or occasionally not on the pad), Emily is there to notify us by constantly repeating "poopoo...poopoo...poopoo". And whenever we pick up the poopoo and place it in the toilet, Emily is there to say "byebye poopoo", as it begins it's journey into the beyond.

Emily has also begun to notice her own poopoo and bowel movements. She not only feels necessary to notify us whenever she has had any kind of bowel movement or gaseous release, but also has taken to removing her diaper whenever she feels like it so that she can get a better look at what's going on down there. We have learned pretty quickly that we need to have some kind of pants on her whenever we're at home, or she'll quickly grab the velcro straps of her diaper and away she goes! On one occasion, I was showering and the kids (Emily and Zoe) were playing in the bathroom together. While I was in the shower, Emily notified me of "poopoo" and I quickly realized I hadn't put any pants on her...but the damage was done. I glanced outside, the diaper was on the floor, but the poopoo was nowhere to be found. All I can say is that there is good and bad in having a dog that will eat just about anything.

3 comments:

royalbacon said...

Gross!

Our friends Shelly and Derek have a 3.5-year-old son named Zach. When we visited them last March in LA, we had a funny experience. Zach, potty-trained, went to the bathroom to go to the bathroom. And from the bathroom, we could here him yelling “Oh, there’s the poop!” over and over again.

Turns out Zach had a copy of the book Where’s the Poop, in which you lift up flaps to discover the poop of particular animals throughout.

I think I know what Emily is getting for Christmas now!

Unknown said...

Just what we needed...more "Poo". :)

Unknown said...

Interesting that I should leave my first message under this post...
I hadn't been on this site in over a year. I read through it today and wanted to say thanks. I've gotten to see Emily get bigger, Barbara's hair get shorter, housing mishaps (much like I look forward to), weddings, baptisms, and a new P.E. (Congrats Barbara!)

If you ever make it out to the east coast, you're welcome here. Best of luck in 2010!