Just this week... We are dog sitting for our Langhoff friends while they are out of town. Abby is a sweet dog but usually has a bell that hangs from the door that she rings to let you know she has "business to take care of..." Well, her bell didn't make the trip with her so we hit a snag on her first day with us. It was that moment as a mom that I was experiencing pure bliss... Ezra was playing quietly by himself giving me a quiet moment for myself. This doesn't happen too often so I went to check on him and low and behold, Ezra was playing with what I thought were "rocks." Turns out they were not rocks but Abby turd pellets. Now I bet you can guess my reaction, but sadly you are probably mistaken. I didn't freak out but calmly inspected his mouth to see if he had mistaken the "rocks" for brownies. Not this time.
We washed Ezra's hands, left the toy for dad to clean up...(dad handles all poop situations)...and carried on with our day.
Why so calm? This isn't our first run in with dog poop. We have had two previous dog poop incidents which sadly led us to relocate our yorkie back to Georgia. Fool me once...
And as tales of mommy hood go, we have other poop tales that are sure to make a non-parent gag. Just recently our Houdini baby had taken off his diaper in order to check to make sure his manhood was still there... Boys will be boys... Ezra, again, playing quietly while I washed dishes, calmly approached me with something black on his fingers. Always aware that we could have run into a poop situation and knowing Ezra hates dirty hands I immediately washed his hands and went in search of the mystery substance. I located said substance in the middle of the living room hardwood floor! Not the dog. Ezra had relieved himself without his diaper on the hardwood! So thankful our home is wall to wall hardwood! Again, this is gross no matter who you are, but has become a part of my life. I could write endless blogs about the poop that has filled my days as a parent, but I'll save some for another time.
I hope you weren't eating while reading this today. I was eating a bagel and drinking coffee while typing this out. Shows you how parenthood changes you!
Lastly, there should be some universal law out there that pregnant women should NEVER have to deal with poop, child, dog, etc. I can sheepishly admit to losing my lunch on Ezra during several diaper changes early in my first trimester.
...oh the joys of baby making/raising...
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