Poop

Yep. Poop is the title of my post today. That is precisely the only way to accurately describe the contents of its awesomeness.

I have three kids. That means that I've successfully managed to deal with diapers and the contents of said diapers through three separate occasions. And surprisingly enough, my third and current standing experience with them, is completely different than the prior two times.

Poop is fantastic. It really is. I mean, you can tell a lot by the simpleness of the whole thing. As a parent, poop generally leads to good things. If your baby has a certain number of poopy diapers as an infant, then you're successfully feeding them. As they go onto solids, you get the happiness of knowing that what goes in, comes out nicely later. You can tell a lot from the contents of each diaper - from sickness to water consumption. Then you get toddlers and they learn to hide in a corner when they go. And that's when you realize they are getting ready to potty train. Yet another moment of happiness. Then they learn to poop on the potty and - BAM! Best. Day. Ever.

Yep. Poop is pretty darn fantastic.

Unless your 20 month old toddler is bringing it to you in their hand. Every single day. Several times per day. And smiling saying, "Mommy! I poopied!"

That's when poop suddenly becomes the evil bane of your existence. Guess who is going through this at this current phase in her life? Yep. Evie. Technically though, I'm going to say that Evie isn't the one who is "going through this". It's me. I'm the happy recipient of the poop that she brings. I love my kids. I adore every moment with Evie as she is growing into a little kid. But this whole hand-me-the-contents-of-your-diaper thing is driving...me...insane! It's taken some time, but I finally have discovered the root of her poop-picking obsession.

Washing her hands.

The kid loves to wash her hands. And so she gets uber-excited to show me how dirty they are so that she can go wash them. I try my hardest not to react when she hands me her diaper bombs. But dang it all! There's only so much a mom can take! Alex and Abby both did this when they were little. But only rarely. They realized the disgustingness of the situation and promptly stopped. Evie? Not so much. She is so efficient at this, that she can poop and then have her hand in her diaper to grab the goods within 1 second of finishing. I'm not even joking.

So this time, with miss Evie, I can honestly say that I am dying to start potty training. This past week she's been teething and has had the dreaded diarrhea that accompanies it. I can't express to you the horrors I've seen. *shudder* I just needed to document this phase of her/my life so that one day, when she asks about potty training with her children, I can show her this and laugh and laugh and laugh.

P.S. Right now, I'm not laughing.