I’m feeling a kinship with Alex over at Late Enough this week, because it’s been all about butts here, too. Both of my boys have had the trots. The runs. With my oldest, who amazingly has never had a true stomach virus before, it went like this:
Kid: Mom, what is this?
Me: It’s diarrhea, honey. You’re a little sick.
Kid: It feels weird. It didn’t go kuplink, kuplunk.
Me: Uh, huh. Right. It does make different sounds than regular poop.
Kid: I don’t think I like having the diarrhea.
Me: That’s a common reaction, babe. You’re not alone in your feelings here.
He now refers to his illness as “The Diarrhea.” As in, I had The Diarrhea, but now my brother has The Diarrhea.
Can we stop talking about it already? Mom is OVER it. And that brother of his? He has a diaper rash that makes my bottom hurt. The fun never stops.
In less disgusting news, we’re eagerly awaiting the birth of a new cousin & niece. Any second now, as in she’s due today. Come on, baby. I can’t wait to have another niece. I adore being the mother of boys. I feel like I was born to be a Boy Mom, but… there’s a lot of talk of butts when you live in a house full of boys. (Like how I brought this right back around to bottom talk?) I love having nieces. We talk about dolls and jewelry. Things are pink. Very fun.
Between the bottom maintenance going on over here and the excitement/anxiety over the baby’s arrival, I’m kind of drawing a blank on Wonder Why Wednesday. I wonder about stuff, sure. Why won’t the baby just get here already? Why can’t my 14-month-old tell me when he’s walking around with a diaper full of ick. (Oddly, there’s been very little odor. Too much information? Sorry. Here ends the poop talk. Maybe.)
I can’t focus enough to come up with an actual WWW post. So I asked my husband if he had anything on his mind.
Husband: I wonder who gets to come up with the names for coffee flavors?
Me: Honey, it’s Wonder WHY Wednesday, not Wonder WHO Wednesday.
Husband: Oh, well, I’m wondering who to call to find out when my iPhone will ship…
Me: Uh, didn’t we just discuss why vs. who?
Husband: Sorry. I think I just have more WHO questions than WHY questions. How about WHY hasn’t my new phone shipped?
Me: Riveting, babe. A post in the making.
Husband: I wonder why you’re being so mean to me.
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
Good luck with THE DIARRHEA. I dunno…I have a little girl too and she talks about poop just as much as the boy does.
she could just be really, really gross.
I think it’s kids in general. I remember my dad getting so frustrated because EVERY meal disintegrated into gross talk of some kind. We thought it was hysterical.
We have the opposite problem at our house. After 5 days Paige clogged the toilet! I wonder when, as parents, we stop having to wonder and/or deal with poop? Is it when they are 12? Please let it be sooner than that!!
PLEASE it must be sooner than that?! I don’t know, though… Boys are not known for their hygiene. I suspect we have years of skid marks to deal with at the very least… 🙂
i wonder why the bank won’t just give us the clear to close on our house. we’re pre approved… we’re just waiting for someone to finalize the mortgage app…
I’m sorry. This is taking forever!! I hope you have resolution very, very soon!
I think it’s a blog-epidemic! Lot of us are spending alot of time in the bathroom. I wonder why that is. Just teasing – dont answer that. : )
It does seem like this week, more than ever, I’ve seen an abnormal number of posts and tweets related to the bathroom. You are right – we should not explore this further, at all.
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I am wondering why I have to have this conversation with my almost 7 year old son…
Mom: Honey – you’ve been in there for 30 minutes – it’s time to get out of the shower.
Son: OK Mom – I was just about to do that.
Son gets out of the shower and comes into the living room with his underwear sticking to him, still dripping wet. You can see a trail of sloshy moist footprints on the carpet behind him.
Mom: Did you forget something?
Son: Uhhhhh – I don’t think so. Oh – I forgot to wash with soap.
Mom: What did you wash with instead?
Son: Uhhhh – nothing?
Mom: WOW
If you met my son, you’d think he was a fairly intelligent, normal boy.
I have to remind myself to laugh. Do you remember the Bill Cosby comedy act about telling your children to take a bath?
He talked about having to remind them of every little step. Apparently this is my life now 🙂
Go into the bathroom, take off your clothes, turn on the water, get into the tub, USE SOAP, etc…
I love that Bill Cosby bit. We must have watched “Himself” 100 times – or more – when we were growing up. Still makes me laugh.
I believe we may need to post signs in the bathroom and their bedrooms – step-by-step pictures of what they should be doing. Daily, the H-man is sent to his room to get dressed and daily, he returns to the kitchen half naked. The bottom half, every time.
Thanks for the comment! 😉 Cannot believe your H-man is almost SEVEN.