It's a Pooptastrophe

This blog post will have no pictures for reasons that you can figure out on your own, but I will say this, "I touched more poop this morning that doesn't belong to me than any civilized human being should touch... ever."

I uttered those words as I walked out of my house this morning and then realized that any poop whether yours our your children's shouldn't be touched on a regular basis.  I have heard some pretty bad poop stories since I became a parent, as a matter of fact Sarah and I have at least three conversations about poop every day.  It's like when you become a parent you substitute the normal things people talk about like politics and religion for poop and vomit.

The Coop was up around 8 this morning like normal but we give him a little bit of time in his crib before we go get him so he can wake up and get used to having a little bit of down time before the whirlwind of the days starts.  But this day wasn't like other days, when Sarah walked in to get Cooper out of bed she immediately knew something was wrong when she tried to lift him out of bed but he was dried to the sheets, he is actually still sitting there.

Not really, but there was poop everywhere, on his stuffed animals, on the sheets, his clothes, his body and pretty soon on everyone that came withing a 5 block radius of his crib, it was like someone was sniping people with a Coop Poop gun and not even Jack Bauer could escape it.  It was gnarly, and gross, and mom and dad got to clean it up.

Parenting is hard a lot of times, but you know what you do when things are hard?  You do them.  I didn't know how we were going to handle having a newborn and an 18 month old at the same time, but we just did it, we are continuing to do it.  Are there days that you want to put everyone to bed at seven o'clock make a fire and watch a chick flick, yeah, there are, and yes I am a dude.

But you get through those days, those hours, those minutes where you feel like the whole world is about to squish you like a ten year old version of myself with the mosquitoes I caught playing 3rd base in Atwater Little League (Shout out to Von Gooden DDS, 2 tome league champs 12 and under division).  And you move onto the minutes where your son says, "Hi Daddy" when he runs over to give you a hug even though you have been playing with him for the last hour.

Parenting is tough, but you do it, you get through it, and you see the blessings those little pooping children of yours bring.  Any good poop stories?  Let's hear 'em!