The Fascination Of Poop

Why do kids find poop to be so interesting?  Is it b/c they witness their parents scrunching up their noses while changing a poopy diaper?  Does that make them interested?  Or is it b/c on occasion we parents have been known to let out a rather loud, "WOAH, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" which could peak the interest of a child? 

Can't quite be sure what the reason is but Jordan is not only living in The Land of Jordan, she also resides in the Poop is Fascinating World.  Each time our child poops and we change the poopy diaper Jordan says, "See poop, see poop!"  And of course we (or at least I do this) show her the poop in her diaper.  Sometimes she continues the poop conversation and says, "big poop Mommy" to which I reply, "yes honey, that is a big poop, good job!"  And why is it I reward my child w/poopy praise?  I don't praise her each time she pees.  Yet I find myself telling her how proud I am that she pooped and we high five each other.  What is that all about?  Nobody high fives me when I poop.

And that brings me to the next poopy paragraph.  Jordan's interest in poop doesn't stop w/just her poop.  Nope, she's now showing intense interest in MY poop!  Now, for those of you who know me, really know me, you know that I have what we like to refer to as 'bashful bowels' which basically means:  I can't and won't poop in front of anyone, if anyone is remotely close to the bathroom I can't and won't poop and I won't poop in public places.  Yes, yes, yes, I know I have issues but this isn't about me.  

Of course having a child really changes things in your life, or at least in my life.  Pooping is one of those changes.  I have no issues pooping in front of Jordan.  And she has no issues following me into the bathroom to watch me poop.  Now this is where it gets bit weird........she now wants to see MY poop.  "See poop Mommy!"  And there we are, having a moment, looking at my poop!!  Nobody high fives me during this moment, it's a bit of a let down.

I have shared way too much during this blog...........onto other things!

Counting.  How is it that children know when a parent turns to them and says, "I'm going to count to three" that if that parent actually gets to the number three they are in big trouble?  I mean seriously, how do they know this?  I've not seen it written in any of the books or stories I read to Jordan.  I haven't heard any of the other kids telling each other, "Oh man, my mom got to the number three the other night and it was not pretty, you better not let your mom get to the number three."  Yet somehow they just know.  And did we think we'd be using this tactic on our child at the age of 2?  Well we are.  It's mostly used around the diaper change/pajama time.  Jordan loves to tell us "no diaper" when we say it's time for a diaper change and she takes off running in another direction thinking that we'll never catch her.  Same thing when it's time for pajamas.  Then Mima starts counting, "One"......."Two"......."Three" and Jordan comes running into her arms to avoid whatever consequences 'three' might hold.

Snow.  Again, for those of you who really know me you know that snow is one of my most favorite things in the world!  I love snow, wish for snow and if I wore pajamas to bed I'd wear them inside out just like every kid on the planet which pretty much guarantees snow!  So we finally got snow this year!  And a good amount of it.  I could not wait to get Jordan out there in it.  I was under the impression that if I loved snow then Jordan would love snow too.  Isn't that how this parent thing works?  Our first time out was at night.  She stood perfectly still, not sure what to make of the white fluffy stuff falling from the sky.  We lasted 10 minutes out there.  The next time was during the day and there was a lot of snow on the ground.  I was convinced this was the day she would discover how amazing snow is.  We lasted 10 minutes.  She was not overly happy about not being able to move her arms (b/c she was all bundled up) and not very happy about not being able to grasp anything b/c she can't get her tiny little thumb into the thumb section of the mittens so she can't grasp anything.  And when she fell she could not get up.  The third time was late afternoon, nearly dark out.  I took her sledding w/her cousins Andrew & Christianna.  I was sure this would seal the deal!  We lasted 20 minutes.  We went down the hill 3 times and after the third time she told me "no more".  I was so bummed but of course could not give up.  So I start throwing questions at her:  "are you hungry?", she answered no.  "Do you want to go home?", she answered no.  "Do you want to go sledding again?", she answered no.  So like any mature parent I told Jordan, "I don't think you know what you mean" and I put the two of us back on the sled and down the hill we went!!!  

The Land of Jordan has turned into The Land of Presents!  The month of December is present month in our house:  birthday, Chanukah and Christmas.

Speaking of Chanukah, we lit the candles last night for the first night of Chanukah and Jordan immediately blew them out!  So we light them again and this time I am pulling the Menorah away from Jordan who is insisting on blowing the candles out b/c isn't that we do w/candles?  For the last 3 weeks, each time we've lit a candle it's been to sing happy birthday and have her blow the candle out so she's looking at us like, "Hello?  What's w/you people?  Candles, make a wish, blow them out, get a gift!"  And here I am trying to explain to a 2 year old the difference b/een Chanukah candles and birthday candles.

Happy Holidays to everyone!