Ok, I know that it’s probably getting boring, how often I post about poop. And every one of these posts makes the chances of Noah not speaking to me when he’s a teenager that much higher.

I’m sorry sweetie. I’m not doing to to humiliate you. I’m doing it because I can’t help it.

Poop plays a bigger role in my life than I ever imagined. And it is much funnier than I expected. Those are the magic ingredients for Mommy to talk about things, or as the case is now, record it for anyone on the entire Internet to read, from now into perpetuity.

This afternoon, Noah managed to poop all over his pack-n-play, onesie, two cloth diapers, a diaper changing pad cover, and my tee-shirt. There was poop all over his back, and half-way down his arms. His ARMS.

He even got the "emergency bath" towel, or rather, I did, because there
was a smear of poop I hadn’t seen on my arm, from holding his poop-covered body under the bathtub faucet. We only caught the poop on the towel because while trying to calm himself down from all the fuss his Mommies were making about poop being everywhere, Noah tried to chew on the towel.

It’s also been a rough day because I finally figured out that the only way Noah will go to sleep at home is if he’s nursing. So I’m trying to use The Sleep Lady’s "put him down sleepy and then comfort him" strategy.

So far, I’m a complete failure at it. For both naps, he’s worked himself into a state of hiccuping hysterics, in my arms. I’ve given up, taken him back downstairs, played for a couple of minutes, fed him, and he’s fallen asleep within seconds. Only to wake up again, shrieking, if I put him down right away.

I know he needs to learn how to comfort himself to sleep. And it would really be nice to be able to take turns with the bedtime routine. But maybe he doesn’t need to learn it yet. He’s a good sleeper, sleeping through the night most nights (8-ish to 6-ish).

Thoughts? Advice? Warnings?