All About Pooh (and I don't mean the bear)

Actually, all about poo. Yes, who ever thought I would blog about poo? Not me, but here I am.

So, if you have ever had a baby then you know you begin talking about some things you would have NEVER talked about before. Breast feeding, poo, spit up, your birth story and a slew of other topics. Some more embarrassing than others, but all things that you would have run from before you had your precious little one.

More recently I have noticed a BIG difference between Moms and Dads...well, at least in our house. I (the Mom) can always tell when Mackenzie has gone poo, but Dad always seems to be in denial. Actually, I can tell just before and while she is going poo, but if I am not looking I can definitely tell after she has gone poo. Not only can I smell her from a mile away (something Dad doesn't seem to smell), but she begins to act differently too.

Case in point. The other day (not a one time event) Wayne was holding Mackenzie as the two of them were playing with blocks. I had had my fair share of diaper duty the last few days, so it was Wayne's turn to change the dreaded dirty. Anyway, they were playing and I was all the way in the kitchen cooking dinner when I told Wayne, "You need to go change Mackenzie's diaper. She has done a poo. And I think it is a big one." Wayne checks her out and says, "She is not dirty. She's fine." After a moment he quickly figures out that she is dirty because there was a 'leak'. Yuck! I never have a leak, but I guess if you don't change her right away that is what happens. So see, Dad was holding her and he didn't think there was a 'problem', but I was all the way in the kitchen and I KNEW there was.

Hummm.