I think about my Uncle Brad a lot these days. If he ever reads this I hope he'll understand why. See, I associate my Uncle Brad with poop. To many that might sound like a terrible insult, but really it's not, it's just something I've heard him talk about entirely too much, and lately I seem to spend a LOT of my time dealing with it. Lucky me.
Right now Payton is potty training, that is she's training Mommy and Daddy that she can do what she wants when she wants and where she wants. She's really good about pooping on the potty chair, now we're desperately trying to get her to do that deed on the big potty. Wiping the butt of a two year old, even my own, grosses me out.
Parker on the other hand doesn't see the need to poop more often than once a week. This stresses Mommy out. Thanks Brad for sharing that in the gene pool. The kid is perfectly happy and doesn't seem upset at all, but I wonder if this is at all OK. I have read that breastfed babies are regular if it's once a week, but now that she's drinking formula I continue my stress.
So, this post is dedicated to Uncle Brad, the man who taught me that it's okay to talk about our kids poop.
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