As a stay-at-home Dad, raising two babies from infancy to
toddlerdom and beyond, I have encountered many bodily fluids. Terms of my
employment, it’s in the contract. I don’t embrace them, I accept them as a
natural course of events. Much like when you look at your job description and
the very bottom says, “5% other duties as directed by management.” Not
something you look forward to and sometimes it’s much more than 5%, but you do
what needs to be done for the good of the family, the team and the corporation.
Infant boys are hilarious, especially during a diaper
change. Lay them down, ever so gently on their changing table, or on a blanket
on the floor, pull off their diaper and almost immediately an arc of pee flies
before you have enough time to cover it with a towel. It’s funny. It’s pee.
Infants throw-up a lot. It’s like training you for when they
become toddlers and puke their half digested hotdog and mac’n’cheese on you.
Oh, and don’t forget the chocolate milk. My heart goes out to any parent with a
sick child, because I know they will soon be sick and, if they are really
lucky, puked on, too. I’ve had a child walk into my bedroom, at four in the
morning it’s difficult to move quickly, crying, upset, and sick, puking on me
before I had time to react.
The same training occurs when dealing with poop. As infants,
it’s almost cute, like Bill
Cosby’s poo poo joke. Counting BMs throughout the day slowly turns to will
this child ever have less than 4 BMs in a day. Buying diapers in bulk, I
stacked them everywhere and always kept reserves in the car. The worst part of
dealing with fecal matter comes with a toddler that itches their backside,
finds poop on their hands and uses the wall for a towel. My encounters with
poop have allowed me to coin a new term for the English lexicon:
Poopisode: |poōpˌiˌsōd|
Noun
An event with a child defecating, typically occurring at an
inopportune time, such as a special event, shopping, or washing the dog.
Usage: During the last
professional hockey game I took my wonderful two children, my little girl
rushed us to the bathroom at the start of sudden death overtime against the
Capitals. And while we, my son and I, waited patiently for her to finish
defecating in a proper facility, the entire arena exploded with applause and
the siren sounded the sudden end of the game. This was poopisode #248.
I have to admit, some of the poopisodes prior to #248 were
more challenging. Potty training brought a bulk of the poopisodes, more than I
can count, and in some of the worst places, like the indoor playground of a
fast food place, or the mall. But, it’s #248 that I got a picture.