Give the man a hand25 Feb 2009 10:15 am
By Heather O.
For staying home with Little Sister last night and cleaning off the encrusted poop from her legs and putting her down in a fluffy clean sleeper and then cleaning up the poop trail she left on the staircase on every. single. stair and the poopy footprints she left in the bedroom while I took J to a fitness event at his school.
Jumping rope with a child who can wipe his own bum has never been so fun.
Thanks, babe. Love you.
You da man.
And I mean it.
Comment #1 by Emily M.February 25th, 2009 at 10:47 amThat is a good daddy. His mansion in heaven just got a whole extra wing and a jacuzzi.
Comment #2 by JamiFebruary 25th, 2009 at 10:52 amAnyone else want Polygamy to rear it’s head again, I mean we could all marry Heather’s Hubby and maybe he would do that for our kids???? Then we could all go work out with our older kids
Comment #3 by sandraFebruary 25th, 2009 at 11:14 amI believe the man gets a big hand. That’s awesome.
Comment #4 by Molly DoeFebruary 25th, 2009 at 11:22 amYeah for him cleaning up, but my question: Was her poop extra runny, thus extra quick at getting everywhere, or what exactly was he doing the whole time that the poop was getting those places in the first place? “Encrusted” suggests to me that maybe the poop had been there awhile under his watch before he noticed it?
I, too, have a fabulous Daddy husband who has cleaned up most of the barf in this household since we’ve had kids and knows it’s his duty as much as mine to clean up all the yuck and tend to all the icky things that come with kids.
Comment #5 by StrollerbladerFebruary 25th, 2009 at 12:03 pmNope, Strollerblader, the blame rests on both of us. Both kids were snuggled in our bed, watching Scooby Doo, out of the way, while I prepared dinner and DH finished up some stuff on the computer for work. I asked him to check on them, and he came back and said they were fine (which they probably were.) After a little while, Little Sister came toddling down the stairs, covered in poop with no diaper. We found the diaper in question in our bedroom, with poop all over the bed sheets and pillows, and a trail down the stairs. Clearly, she’d pooped, taken off her diaper, snuggled back into the bed, scooted out of the bed, taking the diaper with her, walked through it (perhaps even tried to put it back on? Who the heck knows) and then come downstairs to say hello.
Lovely.
And then it was time to go to the school event.
So you see, it wasn’t DH’s fault. The blame lies squarely on both neglectful parents.
Comment #6 by Heather O.February 25th, 2009 at 12:15 pmThe blame lies squarely on both neglectful parents.
Thanks, this made me laugh. It’s true around here a lot too. And your DH does deserve a hand for cleaning it all up while you were gone.
Comment #7 by VadaFebruary 25th, 2009 at 12:27 pmOh. Dear. snerk.
Comment #8 by mormonhermitmomFebruary 25th, 2009 at 12:40 pmI was chuckling reading the post until I came to your reply comment, Heather O. Then I was ROFLOL!!
Yeah, we’ve done stuff like that here too, but I will admit that it’s nice to have a 11yr & 6yr old. Although there’s much more blog fodder w/ a baby/toddler! bwaaa,haaa,haaa
Comment #9 by Sues2u2February 25th, 2009 at 12:46 pmKids are so gross.
Yay for good daddies.
Comment #10 by Tracy MFebruary 25th, 2009 at 2:11 pmYou got a good one.
And not to threadjack or anything, but while we’re on the subject of poop, my two-year old is in the stage where she goes into the corner to poop in her diaper privately and orders me and dh out of the room if we try to come see what she’s up to. She got to a point where she was a little embarrassed about pooping so I started having to tell her every time that it’s good to poop, we’re supposed to, everyone does it, and it’s healthy for our bodies. So now every time I change a poopy diaper of hers or the baby’s she exclaims 5 or 6 times “We’re supposed to poop. It’s healthy for our bodies!” But I had to then clarify that it’s not healthy by itself just to keep her from playing with it or eating it or anything dreadful like that. Don’t you just love all the fun things you get to do as a parent?
Comment #11 by StarababaFebruary 25th, 2009 at 3:27 pmLOL Starababa! I used to say to J, “Tummy’s workin’ good!” when I would change him. He used to parrot it back to me, and I would laugh and laugh. I figured he’d forgotten about it until his baby sister was born. Then he watched me change her poopy diaper, and he said, “Tummy’s workin’ good, baby!”
Apparently THAT is the phrase that is seared into my child’s brain forever. So proud.
Comment #12 by Heather O.February 25th, 2009 at 5:32 pmHe’s a keeper!
Comment #13 by AubreyFebruary 25th, 2009 at 8:51 pm