POOP!

WARNING: If you don’t want to read about poop, or even see pics of it, do not read this post!

Is it weird how much my kid’s poop fascinates me?

Okay, well, maybe I shouldn’t say “fascinates,” but maybe, intrigues?

It’s weird how when you experience the “last” of something, you don’t often realize it’s your last, unless it was planned.

I didn’t realize Burkley’s last breastmilk-only poop diaper was going to be his last. I can’t even remember when he had his last breastmilk-only poop. Not that it was that long ago, but just that I didn’t realize it was going to be the last, so I didn’t note it. I mean, it’s poop we’re talking about here, after all, so really, why would I note it?

In any event (a favorite phrase of my dad’s), he is now pooping real poop. With real poop-faces, grunts, and even cries sometimes, I’m guessing because it hurts him a little. And I wanted to take a moment to say it’s really not that bad! In fact, it’s less messy than breastmilk poop. I take the cloth diaper over to the toilet, and the poop plops right out, leaving barely a streak in the diaper. Easy peasy. In fact, if I catch his grunting and red faces early enough, like I did once today, I can even run him over to the toilet and practice a little bit of part-time elimination communication (which I used to think was so weird)!! But, it was pretty cool to see my 7-month old plop a little turd right into the toilet.

In other news, I’m contemplating using cloth wipes for the whole fam. I know, I’m turning...well, what my sister-in-law would call “weird.”  And my response? To quote my mother-in-law, “Oh well!”

Yes, I even kinda miss blowouts like these. We'd call these "a two person job!"