Yep, Poop—I’m a BIG Fan
March 27th, 2008I just called Stevel to find out, When can he come home from work and make our daughter poop? You see, Stevel has a laxative effect: He holds her, and SPLWOOJSH, out it comes. Yesterday she even pooped through her clothes onto him, and he had to call for backup at the changing table. But here today, the two of us, I’ve seen only a teaspoon or so of that sweet, golden mustard, and this means I’ve seen only the metaphorical equivalent of contentedness from this baby, aka Girl-with-a-gut-full-of-unpassed-curds. You’d be cranky, too. But I don’t know if you’d be screaming about it nonstop for most of the day.
Anyway, he can leave work in an hour. (I know, Vibble, it sounds like forever to me, too.)
March 27th, 2008 at 8:20 pm
Wow.
March 28th, 2008 at 4:09 am
The magic house won’t make her poop?
Can Steve do this for others?
March 29th, 2008 at 5:05 am
Suasan asked my question….
March 30th, 2008 at 8:49 am
Babies really only have 3 jobs – eat, sleep & poop. Think about it – if you had an important job that you needed to get done and you were having troubled with it, wouldn’t you be angry and frustrated? There’s just something about her daddy that says, “Let’s get this job done, Vib! I’m here to help you work out this problem.” That’s all of the encouragement she needs, evidently. Dad’s can do anything in a little girl’s eyes.
March 31st, 2008 at 5:22 pm
“He’s got that magic touch..” sing it!. Violet just knows the guy who can make it come through for her. Mom is Milk, Dad is Poop. I don’t know how that sounds. But it is reality