Some of you may know this already, some of you may not want to read any further.....Miles can only take a poo while standing. Silly? Yes. My fault? Totally. I always hated when he pooped and then sat down. Poo would smoosh everywhere. So, I started to take notice when he was taking a poo. When I thought he was pooping, I would make him stand up while doing it. I thought it worked well for all of us....Dave or myself (yes he changes the crappy ones too) cleaned a diaper that was not as smooshy and gross as it could have been, and Miles gets his diaper changed immediately following a poo. How nice!
So now I can predict when a poo is coming and I can actually make him go. Well, the downfall is that I have to stand with him every time he goes. In all seriousness I have to put something in front of him to sort of entertain him (don't laugh, I know many of you read on the crapper). The upside to this is no poopie diapers in public, and the possibility of easier potty training come time (I just might be a diaper genius, or really trying to convince myself that this is perfectly normal). Where is this going you may ask, as I really don't need to know the bowel movements of a 9 month old. Well, the other day (while trying to get Miles to take a dump) Miles dropped one of the toys that he was playing with. When he bent down to retrieve the toy, he banged his lip on the coffee table, and pretty hard too. We are talking serious tears. If you look at the picture you will see his lovely blood blistery lip. Was it necessary to tell you all of the above? Not at all. I could have told you he dropped a toy and hit the table when he went to pick it up. But what fun would that be?
Now when I go out in public I don't hear "Oh you poor baby what happened to your eye?", I hear "You poor baby what happened to your lip?". Since I trimmed Miles' bangs, I also hope to no longer hear "Oh you poor baby, can you even see through all that hair?" Sometimes I'm not so nice when people ask these questions (I mean people are seriously bold sometimes, the stories I could tell). To top it all off, his nails were so long that he scratched the hell out of his face in his sleep, so I had to trim his nails too (trimming a babies nails kicks ass!). Really, I'm surprised I don't hear "Oh you poor baby, don't your parents take care of you?" I haven't planned the come back for that one yet....I'll work on it.