Admit it, we all have a favorite time, place, position, and/or style when it comes to pooping. If poop talk makes you squeamish, 1 – you must not have kids or they are so grown you don’t have to clean up after them anymore, and 2 – it’s completely natural and we all do it!
Yes it stinks, and yes, cleaning it is NEVER fun, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun-ny! True?
Going Mom and I have yet to start potty training Avery (we should really get on that!), but we are picking up on her very non-subtle pooping queues. Red face, grunting, brief moment of silence after making a lot of noise, and sitting at your feet are all very strong indicators.
For Christmas, Kelley and I decided to limit the toys we got her since she has plenty and we knew family would most likely take care of that, which they did! So, we bought her a mini-armchair with her name embroidered in pink.
She took to it immediately and let us know with her giant grin!
And I’m not 100% sure, but I think that very same day is when she decided her new chair would be a perfect home base when the time came for a good poo. I’m even convinced we captured her as this thought went across her mind..
Fast forward to present day, and she’s been going to her chair almost every day to do the deed.
It gets quiet, sometimes I hear a stressful grunt while in the kitchen, and next thing I know…
Sometimes she doesn’t quite make it to the chair, but she gets close. I think this embarrasses her though…
And so, this is our first big indicator for when we do start potty training. If she goes to the chair and she gets quiet, it’ll be time to bring her to the pot!
Does your kid have a favorite spot to go poop in the house?
Any other visual/audio cues that they are “making mess” in their diaper……or worse……undies?
Please share all the gruesome details in the comments. Hold nothing back, it takes a lot to gross me out! 🙂
Babywearing is and always will be one of the best ways to simultaneously bond with your child and also take care of things around the house or running errands. I’ve published many posts declaring my love and support of babywearing and even had an article published on Huffington Post explaining “Why I Wear My Baby”.
I’m so convinced about the benefits of babywearing, I even created workout routines for babywearing parents! And who wouldn’tmow the lawn with their napping baby? Plus, as a dad wearing his baby in public, there’s plenty of laughs to be had each time I need to use the public restroom, here’s 10 I listed.
But enough plugging of past posts, I wanted to quickly share our exciting, kind of late, news. Thanks to Boba providing their 4G Carrier for me to give to Going Mom as a Christmas present, my wife now has her very own baby carrier!
Over the months since we had Avery, I was fortunate to have great companies like Ergo and Onya Baby send me their carriers for review. I am still using them both to this day and love them, but Kelley never had one fitted just for herself and I was always overprotective of the ones we had. Yeah, I’m mean, sorry, dear. 🙂
We are grateful to Boba for sending their organic Verde design carrier and Kelley has already made use of it on several walks.
I had to at least try the Boba before calling it off limits to myself, and used the front and back carry positions. I’ve been mostly carrying Avery on my back in the Onya, so it was different wearing her on the front for a long walk. Different in a good way though, I got to see Avery’s sweet face instead of wondering what she was doing on my back.
That said, I still enjoy the back carry position. The Boba has soft but durable straps that I make it comfortable for carrying your baby for an extended amount of time, and it fit okay when I had it on. I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend a Boba to any current or expecting parent, but would say I still like wearing Avery on my back with the Onya better.
For front carrying, the Boba wins my vote over Onya, but I would choose the Ergo Ventus that I reviewed over the two. Granted, I only used the Boba a few times, and Going Mom will be sharing her review with a guest post after extended use. After wearing Avery in her new Boba Carrier on a long, cold walk, I’d say they both kept each other warm and snug….
….there’s even plenty of room for tickling!!
We can’t say thank you enough to Boba, and I love seeing my two favorite girls so close together….literally and figuratively.
Keep an eye out for Going Mom’s Boba 4G review after logging several wonderful hours with our beautiful daughter!
Have you used or do you own a Boba?I know the Boba Wraps are always popular for carrying babies and wish we had one when Avery was smaller.
Disclaimer: Boba provided their 4G Carrier free of charge, but all thoughts and opinions are strictly my own……or my wife’s!
Does your kid pretend to be a certain pet/animal or do they convey a pet-like quality by choice or unintentionally? When raising our children, most of us go through the common pet commands like “No”, “Sit”, “Stay”, and “Don’t eat that!”, which means we are at least partly at fault for this use of imagination.
Is it wrong? I don’t think so. When I was a kid I used to steal and eat our dogs’ Milk Bones, after waving it in their face, of course. In retrospect, I’m lucky I still have a face since we had a doberman. And I loved when my mom would set out a bowl of water for me to lap up just like a real boy puppy! C’mon, I know there are others out there who did the same if not worse.
When Avery was only a few months old, Going Mom and I decided she sounded like a Pterodactyl when she hunched forward. It was cute, and for whatever reason, a Pterodactyl was the first thing that came to mind. If dinosaurs were still around, I’m positive they’d be suitable as pets, right? Just imagine, that’d be a ginormous bird cage! Maybe they would replace parrots on a pirate’s shoulder…..
Or maybe not.
Sorry, I was drifting off trying to imagine a pterodactyl perched on a pirate as he sailed overseas. Cool visual, huh? Just me? Damn.
Anywho, Avery no longer expresses pterodactyl-like qualities but acts more like a kitty nowadays. As I mentioned before, us parents are at least a little at fault, and this is where I’ll take most of the blame.
Avery has been making squeaky sounds every time she sees our fat black cat, Lou (we call him Fatty), and she’s become quite intrigued by the fat feline.
One day, after spitting out a spinach omelette I cooked for her, I asked her to be a good kitty and eat her “kitty food”. Lo and behold, she perked up, made a squeak (how a kitty sounds, apparently), and gladly ate the green-egged concoction I created. Score!
Since then I’ve been using the kitty trick (is it really a trick?) to get her to eat the more savory items I make.
She normally enjoys the food I cook, but some of the initial bites take some kitty work, so pretending our daughter is a kitty has proved quite helpful and cute as well!
Of course I had to share it with the world on Instagram….
I may have posted several takes, but it’s hard to resist!
I’m not sure how long Avery will let us use her being a kitty as a way to eat her food, but it’s nice not picking up so much food from the floor, and we’ll use it as long as possible.
I asked the Dad Bloggers group I’m a member of on Facebook and all of the responses had dads saying their kids act as some sort of pet/animal, or did at one time. One dad said all of his kids pretend to be some sort of animal, but his 4 year old has now moved on to her favorite band members. Hey, whatever works, right?
Other dads said their kids pretend to be anything ranging from a frilled lizard, a giant tortoise (love it!), and of course a dog, which the dad said he hates since they play the biting roll all too real. Ouch!
One of the dads even wrote on his blog, Daughter of the Beard, titled “The Hunger Games” about how they play a game pretending various animals are trying to steal his daughter’s food. Here’s part of his post explaining the game he plays with his daughter to get her to eat better:
BUT! We have a game. We have a game that works almost every time. All we have to do… is encourage her to steal and lie! You read that right, and I’m not sure how I feel about it either.
Here is how it works: First we put some food from her plate on her fork and say, “Phia, I think I’d like to eat this bite so keep an eye on it and make sure no one else eats it!” and then we turn our head to look at something else; she immediately STEALS the bite and eats it; she then taps the person on the shoulder and points to the empty fork and they say, “What!? Who ate my bite?”; then she will LIE and blame it on either someone else at the table or on some mythical squirrel/bear/bird etc… that did it. This repeats and escalates in incredulous disbelief at the disappearing bites until all the food is gone!
Tell me, what animals do your kids pretend to be? If they are grown, did they used to pretend?
Share your stories below, I’d love to hear.
An at-home dad on a mission to keep it real when it comes to food, fun, and raising a healthy, happy family.