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If it Looks Like Poo, and Smells Like Poo: Chances Are: It Is Poo. February 18, 2013

Filed under: Dad Blog,Parenting — Tim @ 4:36 am
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For the purpose of this post, “#1” will signify wee, (or “pee” if you’re American) and “#2” will signify poo. This is in keeping with international conventions and standards.

I know children who are potty trained at 2 years old, or even younger. My daughter is not amongst them.

I will qualify that statement, of course. After all, if she ever reads this when she is 20, (doubtful), I don’t want to traumatize her any more than simply being my daughter has already.

Missy is potty trained for #1’s. She has been for a while. Sure there is an occasional relapse, but the reality is, I can’t honestly say I haven’t had the occasional “slip-up”. (I blame beer).

It’s just #2’s. She just seems to like – for want of a better way of putting it – popping a poo out in a nappy.  As she only wears nappies at night, we have developed quite the night-time ritual.

Once ready for bed, my wife or I sit her down and explain all about “pooping in the potty”. She looks at us, nods in agreement, says she doesn’t have to go, gets into bed – and – pops one out in her nappy.  Granted she is quite good about telling us, and so we generally avoid any nappy leaking in the bed issues – and she keeps us on the hook by announcing “maybe tomorrow” she will come to the potty party, so to speak.

So is there a proper time kids should be toilet trained? In my opinion – not really. I do know from a relative who is a highly respected Obstetrician that toilet training girls too early, may lead to medical issues later in life. But be that as it may, as a layman, the issue for me is the typical one of fear. Fear my child is behind the curve in some way.

Over the 3 and-a-bit years of Missy’s life, I have (mostly) turned around my irrational angst and competitive parenting of the past. When she walked, talked and started using a fork, are all, I now know, irrelevant. Kids do things at their own speed. Some walk early, some talk late, some grow tall and some eat great. Oh the poetry of life. Well the amateur rhymes of life, at least.

So Missy likes to poo in a nappy – so what? If I could get someone to clean me up, I might be the same (note to wife: is the answer still no??).  All too soon, children grow up and enter a world where they are pushed and pulled in all directions. Their time as a “kid” is oh so short. Sure, you can’t have a 13 year-old walking around in a nappy, but for me, I am trying to be more aware of Missy’s age, and the appropriateness (or not) of imposing things on her that just don’t matter.

While it’s true I won’t be able to boastfully pull out pictures of toilet-accomplished poo’s from my wallet to show other parents (much to their relief), it’s a small price to pay for letting my little girl be…a little girl.

 

Calling Mr. Poo April 23, 2012

My daughter inherently knows the value of all objects around her.

Missy will look at a 10c crayon, carefully roll it around and play nicely with it. Admittedly she may also eat it, but I’m sure it’s excellent roughage. A mobile phone, i-pod or similar device will be thrown about, shoved down the toilet or in my case, the worst thing that can happen to a cherished gadget.

Missy is not the greatest at nappy changes, for some reason she resists the process as if we are doing her a disservice. To counter this behaviour, we give her something to play with, be it a ball, a toy, or a crayon – if she’s hungry. Sometimes, my phone is the only thing that will keep her happy for the required time. Now that’s ok as the change table area is secure enough for a phone easily to survive a fall – if she drops it, that is. This time there was a much better way to teach me who’s the boss.

Children fool you with their tiny, clumsy hands. They con you into believing they just can’t quite co-ordinate those little stubby fingers.  While I was removing a rather full nappy, I gave Missy my phone to distract her. My angel looked me squarely in the eye and expertly smashed the phone face down, into the poo. This, of course, brought hysterical giggles from her, and a howling from me that was near primeval. Let me tell you, it is extremely difficult to clean poo from the buttons of a Blackberry. Weeks later, every time I use my phone, a whiff of baby poo wafts by.

Babies also have a weird way of interpreting their surroundings. Recently we were at a friends’ house, which happened to have a dog flap. Nothing particularly unusual about that, given the owner had a dog.  Bearing in mind there is a perfectly acceptable door you would think that… No, you wouldn’t think that at all – Missy insisted on trying to enter and exit the house via the dog-flap.  She even got quite upset when I refused (for logistical reasons) to come with her on her escape bids.

Eating is another mystery. Food, it appears to me, becomes exponentially more appealing once it has left the relative hygienic area of the plate and is squished on the floor. Once my child is released from the constraints of the high chair, any spillage becomes too tempting and must be sampled. Food that has been previously rejected as unfit for consumption becomes floor gourmet.

It’s the same for leaves, twigs, bark and at the beach, sand. A child that had refused a snack of yummy yoghurt covered raisins will happily sit down and calmly eat sand.

Why is it that food on a plate is secondary to food on the floor? Why is sand preferable to tasty treats? Why is a dog-flap better than a door?

If you know the answers, please do NOT call me, the poo phone is still too smelly.

 

 
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