Let me smell your butt.
I say it like ten times a day, or 'scoot over here and gimme a booty sniff'. Usually followed by one of two phrases 'fresh as a daisy' or 'yay! poopies!' Cause you don't know joy till your baby poops. You could be in the middle of Church on Sunday and your baby could finally let it go, louder than a truck driver and you would look up at Jesus on the cross and earnestly, with nothing but gratitude in your heart utter "thank you God." And mean it. Really, truly and more than any other prayer ever. Thank you. Luckily my sister Dub's baby is 6 days older than Max so she happily accepts the "Max pooped!" texts and responds with "you're so lucky!" We used to be so fabulous, sending each other invites to parties and making arrangements to attend opening nights at the Geffen or scheduling mani/pedi shopping trips. Now it's all poop, weight gain (babies), weight loss (us, hopefully),and sleepless nighttime texting. Since she's in L.A. (jealous) we always text anytime any baby wakes, usually about how long it will take me to get back to LA and how much we miss each other and how we were supposed to be raising our babies together. I mean we started practicing with our Cabbage Patch babies ages ago! Anyway, everything is totally about poop. Especially when you've started solids. In the last two weeks Mr. Monkey is just wanting to eat everything in sight! He's grabbing bread, crackers, pasta anything he can get his little hands on. Which is super exciting but also a little scary because these days they scare the heck outta ya with allergy warnings. Seems unfair to keep stuff from him when he so desperately wants it, so I'm splitting the difference letting him have some things but keeping him from say, the spicy Italian veggie sausage that he wanted. I'm thinking spicy+soy= really upset tummy. It's so hard to say no to that sweet little face and those chubby monkey hands, but I guess that is truly being a mommy. Saying no when you want to say yes.