Poo Watch

I knew I was a fully fledged parent when I started to talk, viagra sale with no qualms whatsoever, cialis sale to other people (parents mostly) about poo. The colour, the consistency, the frequency…….the smell. If you’re queasy, or not a parent, I don’t expect you to read much further. If you’ve changed a lot of nappies in your time, I know you’re still with me.

There was the first ‘solid’ poo – that was momentous. There were many ‘its all up her back, down to her toes, behind her ears’ kinds of poo and then of course the swallowing a 2 pence coin incident, which required a good old rummage around in the deposited *ahem* pull up contents to ensure it made it’s way out safely. Imagine our surprise when the ‘deposit’ turned out to be a one Euro coin – that was some bureau de change!

We went through potty training a long time ago. The princess having the most terrific poo incident whilst at the supermarket with daddy on the day he forgot to take a changing bag. The monster requiring a few attempts (that’s boys, so I’m told) before he got the hang of it. So when the last pack of pull ups were done, and we’d worked out good wiping and washing techniques after toilet trips, I thought my days of being concerned about poo were over.

Until yesterday.

It’s now the absence of poo that’s concerning. The little monster has always been regular. Not the same time every day, but with the regularity of inopportune times – ‘we’re just about to eat dinner’, ‘we’re just about to leave for pre-school’, ‘we’re just about to pay for our trolley full of shopping’. The poor little guy hasn’t been for a few days. His tummy is solid as a rock. He woke me at 11pm, 1am, 3am, and 5.30am with a whimper and a ‘mummy, can you rub my tummy and sit on the bathroom floor for a bit whilst nothing happens.’ As a boy he’s always taken an active interest in what comes from our bottoms. I get a running commentary on size, sometimes shape, most days.

He’s now however concerned that his poo is stuck inside forever. The princess didn’t help with her over imaginative description of how one might be relieved of a stuck poo. It was legs crossed all round.

A trip to the docs and a bottle of sugary syrupy laxative to get things moving later and we’re all now quite literally on poo watch.

Looks like one way or another we’ll be having a (insert appropriate word of your choosing) weekend!

Pants, Pancakes and Parenting.

Little Princess Pink requested homemade pancakes for breakfast this morning. A perfectly accpetable request on Shrove Tuesday, doctor and of course, treatment when that starts falling on a Saturday or a Sunday I will happily oblige. This morning however, good old shop bought Kingsmill had to do.  They needed to be used by today anyway. On the first day back at school after half term, on a morning where I’ve spent the best part of 45 minutes chasing Little Monster Blue round the entire upstairs  trying to get him to put on pants, homemade pancakes will have to wait.

As a working parent, I’m honest about my (many) parenting flaws – I take a lot of shortcuts.  Shop bought pancakes for breakfast, well, I reconcile easily with that one. My own efforts always turn out less than desireable, and a little more ‘chargrilled’ than perhaps they should be, and frankly I have little time in the mornings to do anything further than peel a banana , open a cereal bar wrapper or dispense slices of toast on route to the car.

Potty training, however, thats a different story.

Little Monster Blue is approaching his thrid birthday and his move to the pre-school within nursery is drawing ever closer, ergo he needs to be toilet trained.  Or so someone said.  Yes, yes, I hear that boys are more diffcult that girls to toilet train, and other than a few messy incidents whilst in the care of Super Daddy I’m happy to say, Little Princess Pink was a breeze when it came to all things toilet related.  Little Monster Blue not so much.  This is our second attempt in a number of months, and on this occassion, I am happily passing the baton to the nursery team who are more than willing  to take on The Great Splash Adventurer.  Yesterday we received just two wet packages home.  Not bad going on the face of it, but I’m not convinced it was a day of successes given those were his only two wees and he saved his last for the moment I plopped him in the bath. At least he was happy enough to wear the pants. Today, well, see above, we’ve already had a challenge in trying to cajole him into a pair.  I thought pointing out my stripey ones with the little red bow would be encouraging. Apparently not.

So I admit, after an unsuccessful go at potty training last time round, I’m conceding defeat easily and taking the parenting shortcut of having someone else give it a go for me. Same on the pancakes this morning.

I’ll stick to what I know I can do best today.Properly dispensed cuddles and kisses at the school gates and nursery door, and a mammoth washing cycle this evening no doubt.


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