I can never write enough about poop.
Before starting solids, I could never tell when V was pooping (unless she was sitting on my lap, in which case, I could feel the pressure of something soft and hot, like a creepy man's hand on your leg). Poop would mysteriously appear in her diaper, like some horrible gift from Satan.
Erm, hello. Merry Christmas. Here is a tree and some poop.
But I guess as babies grow older, they become more aware of their own bodily functions. E.g., a man and a woman were walking past us at the park, and the man turns around and says, "what is he doing?" I look up and there is a boy who was about 1 year old, standing with his back bent at 45 degrees, and his arms and hands hanging straight down. The woman looks and says, "That's the poop position." And then we all watched the boy poop.
The other day I was feeding V in her high chair, and she is usually very animated in it, constantly turning her head, waving her hands, etc. Then she stopped moving, looked straight ahead, and slowly curled her fingers into her palms. I thought, what the hell is this, a seizure? And then I heard it. Pffffft. Haha poop!
My girl is all grown up.
No comments:
Post a Comment