These are the days of his poop.
I have a few ideas for entries, but so many are thoughtful and require my focus for a few hours so I can pound out something more substantial. Judging from the title that inspiration typed out, this looks to be a typical slice of life entry from my prespective. Let’s see where I go. So my sweet boy is almost two years-old. It has gone by so quickly, I can barely remember bringing home the tiny infant he once was. Now he is so big and substantial and communicative. The other day we were at CasaReY i.e. the home of Nanna & Nonno and I asked him if he wanted to go home and he powerfully nodded his head indicating that yes, he was ready to go. Today at the park after playing for tens of minutes he walked to his stroller and said ‘go home’. Things are changing.
However some things are staying the same: diapers. Lucas is still a diaper-butt. We still go through many, many diapers each and every day. Some days I feel so very tired of changing diapers. This week a milestone of sorts has been reached. Lucas has pooped at least three times each day, usually in a freshly changed diaper. There is nothing that will make you feel the futility of your efforts more than changing a diaper twice in less than an hour. Because of my status as primary caretaker, I get the brunt of these diapers. In fact yesterday - even though I worked in the afternoon - Wade changed no diapers. How you might ask? I changed the diaper shortly before I left for work and Wade went over to CasaReY to partake of their coveniences and they kept Lucas so that Wade could bring me some dinner at work and so they subsequently took charge of diaper duty. So I have declared a diaper moratorium for my self . This weekend I shall change no diapers, but I shall still speak of poop.
Why shall I speak of it? Because when you become a parent, the constant measure of input and output is itself an area of active attention. I have (and I’m sure will have for many more years) many conversation revolving around output activities. It is a good measure of health and so we discuss the ins and outs of the diaper.
spider rick Says:
I rarely focus on the input/output equation to such a degree in my own time. Although, in this most organic of summers, i have given a new sense of importance to the types of input i consume.
on another only abstractly related note… Last night I had the most bizarre of dreams. and as i don’t want it to be a fpp, it will be documented in this comment.
I was projectile vommiting for minutes on end. I had apparently eaten something (in my dream) that did not sit well with me. Rice of some sort. Then I didn’t feel so good. Then I started throwing up. At first in starts and fits. But soon it ramped up - picture a firehose. I mean the sheer volume of the vommitted rice could no more fit in my digestive tracts than I could fit in Moula’s carrying case. Notgonnahappen.com. Anyway, there I was, walking through the city streets, projectile vommitting some partially consumed mashup (ha!) of rice and godknwoswhat. It was hella fucking gross, yo.
Then I woke up and felt totally fine.
Posted on July 28th, 2006 at 9:25 am
xtina Says:
doot, totallygross! but what a relief to wake up and realise it’s just a dream.
Posted on July 28th, 2006 at 12:56 pm
spider rick Says:
Also, a comical coincidence: the new \’baby\’ blog over at sfgate.com is called, wait for it, \’the poop\’.
Posted on July 28th, 2006 at 2:21 pm
Organic Mutant - » You said we were make believe and I thought you said ‘maple leaves’* Says:
[...] The internets is so funny. Sometimes I experience meta-jealousy about the cool lives that peoples lead. I think of my quotidian struggles that revolve around developmental milestones, diapers, and spills. Then a writer who makes interesting cultural commentaries on life, the universe, and everything makes a little err and I swoop in via email with my erudite corrections and experience a moment of meta-Schadenfreude. To wit: “Did anyone happen to catch the news today when several elected officials–liberal and conservative–were rebutting Hugo Chavez’ insulting comments about Bush II? Nancy Pelosi, who I respect a great deal, in a press conference, seemed a wee bit flustered. I could have sworn, correct me if I’m going deaf (which is a possible side effect of years of punk rock and house music), that she said that Chavez “fancies himself a modern day Simone BeauDevoir.” I tried to double check this online but came up empty windowed. Could this smart, sassy politician possibly have uttered such a malapopism? Perhaps only noticable to the intelligencia (so was it really a malapropism since most of the country is part of what Mike Judge terms an “Idiocracy“), Pelosi was referring, I assume to Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre’s feminist partner for years. Apart from the name error–BeauDevoir in French actually translates into, “Handsome Assignment,” isn’t that an odd reference? Comparing a South American dictator to a feminist existentialist. It’s kind of like Dada. I just don’t get it.“ [...]
Posted on September 23rd, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Medizina Says:
Funny! I had a good laugh with Xtina’s comment.
I could totally picture your drama. It was a horror picture. Thanks for ah..sharing.
Posted on January 28th, 2007 at 8:32 am