Why is it that when we become parents, it’s suddenly OK to start taking (and sending) pictures of poop? Sure, it’s your child’s poop, but come on, it’s still poop!
Nonetheless, I’ve become oddly obsessed (and strangely proud) of W’s poops, especially since he’s started solids. So much so, I feel the need to snap a pic and send to my hubby while he’s at work. As if that’s really what he wants to see on his lunch break. But, now that I’m a SAHM, validation of my productivity and stellar work are no longer in the form of praise from my boss…or recognition on a team call…or leading conversion rates in a data report. Input and output have a WHOLE new meaning now…and I look for validation of my life-sustaining skills in a size 3 diaper.
Since no one’s here to see it, though, and it quickly makes its way into the trash, I guess I feel the need to document it and prove its existence. As poor W is laying on his changing table, cute little butt exposed and vulnerable, I sometimes wonder, Is this what Kim Kardashian feels like? People snapping any shot they can get, the worse the better? Well, whatever, W doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he loves the iPhone. So, onward with documenting the nasty.
Just call me the pooparazzi. Validation of my new career now comes in so MANY different shapes…sizes…textures. Yum. Here’s a few I’m especially proud of:
The “Play dough” poop – this was the second poop in a post-constipation trilogy. It was pretty malleable… (The first was the “I haven’t pooped in 5 days pellet.” It literally rattled around in his diaper. Poor little guy).
The “liquid lava” poop. An explosion of poop. Enough said.
The “sweet potato soft serve” poop. I was lucky enough to be changing him when he decided to squeeze this one out onto a wipe.
The “Mommy, you didn’t pack an extra pair of pants for YOU?” poop. Luckily this happened at my nursing group, though we were on our way to Whole Foods. The lady behind me in line at the quesadilla counter thought it was REALLY funny. Yeah.
NOTE: Honorable mention goes to several others whose existence wasn’t captured – the frothy “avocado” poop, the “I haven’t pooped in 5 days” pellet and the “fully intact green bean” poop.