Sunday, May 8, 2011

Nothing Says Love Like Sharing Poop.

I have to post about poop. There is no getting around it. I have managed to go this long without actually devoting a post, but the last few days have made that completely unavoidable. So here it is. You were warned.

Poo Tale #1 Muirne
Monday afternoon, Muirne calls me frantically from the bathroom,

"Mommy!! Mommy!!!! Come look at this QUICK!!!!!"

Me, thinking the toilet overflowed, or Bardolf had peed on the floor, or God forbid a SPIDER is in there, I rush to the bathroom. Once in there, I see Muirne sitting on the toilet, doing her business and I don't see what the issue is, so I say,

"What's the matter?!"

Muirne leans forward, exposing her poo in the toilet and says,

"LOOK Mommy! Look how BIG it is! Isn't it HUGE?!"

Yep she called me in to admire the poo of the century. Awesome.

Poo Tale #2 My In-laws' Dog
We had Muirne's birthday party on Sunday and my in-laws came from up north and stayed the weekend with us. They had to bring their dog, because she is getting older and has to be let out frequently because she just can't hold it anymore. Things are going fine up until right before the party starts. All of a sudden their dog is running across my living room carpet leaving a trail of poo behind her. I guess she didn't want to forget her way back to her food bowl.

Poo Tale #3 Lizzard

Lizzard has a kennel that she is put into when we have to run errand or go anywhere that we can't take her. Mostly she is in there for a short time, but it never seems to fail that she needs to use the bathroom and even though I have been told repeatedly that dogs will not poo or urinate in "their area" she does. Every. Time. She. Is. In. It. Well not poo every time, but pee. It's weird, and gross. She isn't worked up or anything so I don't think it is an anxiety issue. I think she is just Mental. But I think my other posts about her have already proven that.

Poo Tale #4 Bardolf and Lizzard
Bardolf has been potty-trained through the night for about six months now. Considering he is a) a boy and b) not three until the middle of December, this is a pretty big feat (or so I have been told by countless mothers of boys, I had a girl first so I don't know anything). For the past week or so he has been WAY too distracted with, oh who knows, being a boy, that going potty in the toilet is not a priority. This has been only happening with pee until the other night. He was in the bathroom when suddenly he starts calling for us to come in there. Caspian goes in and starts yelling for me. When I get into the bathroom, Caspian is holding Lizzard with their backs to me. Bardolf is standing with his pants down next to the toilet and there is a large smear of poo on the floor.

Caspian looks at me while turning Lizzard around to face me. I can see poo on her face.
"Lizzard was eating Bardolf's poop," he says.

With that I end my Poo Tales of Squirrelly-ville from the last few days. You're Welcome.

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