Hide the Dookie...Beware, poop is shown.

The realities of parenting can be hard some days. Some days while looking at other people's blogs, their children seem perfect and only say cute things, draw pictures of Jesus and the temple, say "I love you", don't hit, eat all the right foods, are potty training, are talking up a storm, and ask to take naps. I look at these blogs and feel overwhelmed that maybe Thomas isn't exactly where he should be some days. I sigh, "Why am I comparing my child? He is as normal as everyone else right???"

My brothers tell stories of a game they played in college called "hide the dookie". It's where you poop (sorry for anyone who has any manners reading this blog...stop now) in a bag, and hide it somewhere in someone else's room. They can smell it, but cant find it. They search and search, only to smell poop.

Last night after getting Thomas undressed for his bath, he broke away from me naked. He ran screaming with glee waiting for me to catch him. We bathed him, got him in his P.J's, but stared to smell poop. We checked his diaper, changed his P.J's, and wondered if he had " had an accident on the carpet". The next 15 minutes Rob and I were on our hands and knees sniffing our carpet, trying to find where this strong poop smell was coming from. We gave up.

A while later I was turning out the lights to go to bed, when I found this...By the trash can. He had to have popped a squat. Thomas played hide the dookie with us. That's normal right???