Boogie and I have always been best buddies. He makes me smile and laugh, I make him smile and laugh. The perfect father-son relationship, you know? But there must’ve been something I did back in May of 2008, that he absolutely did not like. He had a mission: poop on Daddy by any means necessary!
Sheena and I were out grocery shopping at Walmart, and since Boogie was only a month old and therefore not able to sit up in a grocery cart yet, I carried him around in a baby carrier. He didn’t make a peep the whole time; in fact, I think he slept during the entire trip. Once we arrived at checkout, my shoulders began to ache. So, I asked Sheena if she could wear Boogie while I checked everything out. She agreed, and I handed him over to her.
I then began to load all of the groceries up on the conveyor belt and, I swear, it couldn’t have been any more than a minute later when…
*SPLAT*
I looked over my shoulder to where Sheena was standing and there was poop. A LOT of poop. All over the floor, Sheena’s shirt, Boogie’s legs, and the baby carrier. And the look on Sheena’s face was priceless. I couldn’t help but to laugh ’til tears. If I hadn’t handed Boogie over to Sheena, that would’ve been me with the pooped up shirt and shoes.
But little did I know, that poop had my name on it.
A couple of days later, I was getting ready to change Boogie’s diaper and still laughing about the poop incident that had occurred at Walmart. Now, although Boogie was only a month old, I must’ve changed his diaper 100 times, and each time was incident-free. Never got any poop on my hands, never any piss tee tee in my eye. But this time was different…
I unstrapped his diaper and pulled the front flap down. I grabbed his legs to lift so that I could pull the diaper from under him and…
*SPLAT*
There were no warnings. No signs. Nothing. Out of nowhere and completely unexpectedly, he shot a shart bullet straight into my stomach (with no shirt on). I just sat there speechless. I couldn’t believe my eyes. What did I do to deserve this? Meanwhile, Sheena got a huge laugh out of it at my expense. I guess I deserved it.
To this day, I still don’t know why Boogie had a poop vendetta against me, but I now change his diaper from behind a poop-bulletproof glass!
Sheena wrote about this incident last year, and I just wanted to share it from my perspective and for new readers we’ve gained since then.
Hahahaha. I just read both accounts of this. Way to go Baby Boogie!
Side Note: your blog is so pretty these days!!
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Hahaha! Kids and poop, well today our 2 1/2 years potty trained little goose was a bit mad at me because she was sent to bed (for being bad)
So when about 1/2 hour later (when she finally spot screaming) I went to let her out I started smelling a very foul odor as a came close to her bedroom.
Poop art was what she was doing, on the wall, floor, herself!!!! She was very impress when I dare ask her to clean HER mess!!!!!
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Okay, the visuals on this were priceless! I felt like I was there (at a safe distance), watching and laughing!!!! Perhaps you can get him a canvas, let it dry, and sell it for a huge chunk of change! The Art of Le Poo, by Boogie! I remember when our now 3 yr old almost jumped out of her crib at 7 months old when she poo’d all over the crib. We still look at the pictures and get gut-busting laughs at the way she held up her little foot like “get it off meeeeee!”…LOL!
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funny!!! i’ve had poopies on me, but not really in public. but when my son was born 6 months ago, i feared the sprinkler…thankfully, he’s NEVER even peed on me. so i’ve been lucky, but call those poopy incidents, somewhat of a baby initiation, lol
I dunno why but that is CUTE! Poop isn’t cute but poop on mommies and daddies is! Love it!
Don’t stop!
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First time I’ve checked out the blog but loved the stories! When our first daughter was a couple of weeks old, we were living in Thailand and had to take her to get her Thai passport. They had to dip her toe in ink to use as her signature on the official documents and as my husband and I held her over the counter to “sign” her papers, she apparently thought it would be a good time for one of those lovely baby explosive poops. She was a pipsqueak as a baby and I guess her diaper was a bit loose that day … yup, leaky diaper moment. Not exactly the signature they were looking for!