You Don't Know You've Pooped...

...until you poop all the way.

Since we've already crossed the faux pas barrier of poop in this blog, why not address it again?

I'm pondering why darby poops the way he does. More often than not, he has one poop a day. That one dreaded poop... it takes him a while to work on it and then it comes and it keeps coming... inevitably it destroys the outfit he is currently wearing, and starts to soak whatever he was sitting on. I've actually starting having to carry a blanket or burpee around and place it under his butt before i sit him down, if i don't want that piece of furniture pooped on.

Its not the diapers, like many of you might think. His diapers really do a great job... its really the amount of poop. I mean, its huge. I try to encourage him to poop more often, so that it would be easier on my laundry load, and I'm sure easier on his tummy... but he just doesn't listen to me.

Maybe its a phase? We can pray that its a phase...

But i do know one thing for sure... jason and my greatest joy lately is when we hear that little volcano blow and we give each other a high-five and yell "YAY he POOPED!" Oye, the joys of being a parent.