Yes, I am proud of poop. Gross, weird, and demented; perhaps. We might be entering a new phase here in the Miedema household. Caleb has decided that he will use the potty (with my prompting) and actually go in it! It's like a miracle has occurred! It seems like a miracle to me at least, because he has had so many issues with poop.
I never thought I would say poop so many times a day. Or rejoice at the consistency or frequency of a bowel movement. Or be so worried about a bodily function that I start fearing there is a serious problem with my child. Nobody ever told me that raising children involves a great understanding and appreciation for poop.
I would just like to say these 3 things:
Thank you to my mom and dad for changing my diapers and potty training me. And cleaning up my puke. (Specifically you, mom!)
I am not weird or gross or demented.
I like when my oldest child poops.
That is all.
"WOW!!! LOOK AT THAT POOPY!!!"
~A direct quotes from yours truly~
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