You know you're a REAL parent when your spouse calls out "Come see this, come see this!"
What is it?
"Look at the size of that doodyball!"
And you are just: Amazed. Astonished. Hollering: WOW! That IS a really round big one!
Yes, NOW you are a real parent :P
Sunday, August 17, 2008
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That's wonderful. When I grow up (or at least get married and stuff), I want to marvel at (iyh) the poop of my offspring, as well. :grin:
LOL! My husband and I were just cheering the other day over the "accomplishment" my little son made in the potty. Yeah, it's pretty messed up!
s(b.): Amen!
FH: Oh, we gotta da gurlie trained and all soon, big doodyball withstanding.
yep, totally....some of my proudest mommy moments involved those kinds of things....of course now that we have hit teenagerhood things are slightly different....
wow, I never thought such a thing would indicate when your a real parent.
Amazing what being a parent can do, to turn the gross things into cheerful ones, all because its your own child. So anything from them, no matter what, is great for you.
ah. the non-smelly doodies of a new born.
FRUMHOUSE:
my son has just been potty-trained. a big part of the whole process was cheering him on and commenting with him on the likeness of his various duties. he would call us over to see the snake doody, the "w" doody, the moma and baby doodies, etc.
B"H
And laymen laugh when psychologists call this the "primal gift."
Here's proof positive.
From the other side, I remember the first time I had diarria, I was probably 3 or 4. I couldnt understand why my mother didnt want to come look at it. She had a guest over and I was tugging at her to come look.
I remember pretty far back, better than I remember last week.
Hadassah: Welcome...and yes, things ARE different for teens.
Babysitter: Well said.
LOZ: Nope it was hers' not his. The size of a small punchball. Word.
BY: Well, Da Gurlie has a history of constipation and we moniter her outake. Otherwise she's in pain.
In general, its very important to for #1 & #2 to roll out, "Asher Yatzar anyone?
FP: LOL. Diarria is no fun at all.
Jacob,
I'm glad i finished eating over an hour ago (at the new stake house El Gauchau on 18th Av)before i read this post
Malach: Somehow I doubt it would affect your holy appetite :P
Stop watching Hesh, start posting about Pomegranate.
lol.
We're working on pottytraining our child. So far, they know that if they sit on the potty, they'll get a candy-not they want to sit on the potty, mind you. They just know it involves a candy
okay, I get the looking at it part. Yep, that's neat - in a parental but nasty kind of way. But when we start talking poop at the shabbat table, well, that's in the trenches parenting!
(and I say that, having entirely handed the Toddles' potty training over to the Eldest. Heh.)
EOTW: I'm reluctant to to just give her a candy for sitting on the potty with "doing" something.
Miryam: Uh huh. No potty talk at he shabbos table. Thats a given.
Thank you both for commenting.
Ha! Ted and I do that with the dogs too. If we're out walking and one of us isn't watching, we're like "look, look..."
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