I knew that title would draw you in. I'm sure you thought "Score! I love reading about other people's kid's poop!"...right?
this morning we were all four in the car and I smelled poop.
Me: "Livi did you poop?"
Liv: "No Mama, no poop."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Liv: "No poop!"
a minute later Jack smelled it.
Jack: "Livi are you sure you didn't poop?"
Liv: "No! No poop!"
Jack: "Are you telling the truth?" (we've been learning about truth lately)
Me: "Sweetie, you can tell us if you pooped, Mama and Daddy will never get mad about you for poop or peepee."
She stared blankly at me. After I ran into the store and got back in the car Jack said "I got her to admit she pooped. I just kept asking her and she finally said yes."
We drove home.
Jack got Olivia out of her car seat. "There's no poop!" he said.
I looked down at Berlin from where I was standing in her doorway. She smiled. I took off her blanket. Poop everywhere. Blown out on all sides. It was my sweet, tiny baby making that smell!
I felt so bad. We were like overzealous cops who had squeezed a wrongful confession out of an innocent person.
I gave Berlin a bath and put Liv down for a nap.
Two hours later, I went to wake Olivia up.
I cleaned her up.
And washed her sheets.
For the third time this week.
I'm sick of it.