Wednesday, October 04, 2006

The Fetish

Last night Rooster Girl pooped in the tub yet again.*

(*Rooster is famous for this, as evidenced here, here and here.)

Her poor spa ettiquette is getting tedious -- particularly for K who has cleaned it up every single time.

This morning while
The Mayor was on the changing table he gave a recounting of the poop escapades. His recap ended with a round of him repeatedly yelling,

"ROOSTER IS THE POOPINATOR!"

If I were her, I would prefer "Madam Poopinatrix," but that is just me.


16 comments:

liberalbanana said...

How does a parent stop that from happening?!? I don't know what you're supposed to do (I'm not a parent) but that would drive me nuts!

Sayre said...

Poor Kevin! Surely Ruby will outgrow this at some point. Warm water does for her bowels what it does for little boy bladders.... Might ask the doc the next time she goes in though....

Poopinator/Poopinatrix, potato/potatoe... (but I love the bear!!!!)

Waya said...

I'm going to have to ask, was it pebbles or soft? Yeah, been there done that. Poopinator, too cute! And they actually sell those bears? Oh my!

Emma Kaufmann said...

Happens to me all the time with my little Poopsausage, age three. I love that Owen called her the Poopinator and I adore that bear too.

urban-urchin said...

That bear would go over big at show and tell, huh?

Thankfully (fingers crossed) we have only had one experience with the tub poops from both kids. Blech. Poor Kevin- no fun. It falls under things I never thought I would EVER do (before I had a kid and of course it all changes).

Mel said...

Dang, girl, where do you find these pictures?! I love it.
As to the poopin' in the tub thing, I don't know. If it happened with the girls I have blocked the traumatic memories.

Plain Jane Mom said...

At least Chip gives a warning... "All done pee-pee" and I know to grab him out asap. 'Cause he doesn't mean pee, and he doesn't mean all done.

Sooper Dooper Pooper?

Not great I know, but not bad for not having had enough coffee yet!

Blonde Vigilante said...

I know this is your life...but where do you come up with this stuff?

slackermommy said...

At least it's in the tub where it's easy to clean up. I had a friend whose son would lift the register off the air vent and poop there. Sometimes she wouldn't find it until the house was full of poop stink then she would go around looking in all the air vents.

mothergoosemouse said...

We had some tub poopage on Monday night. Believe it or not, I was cooking dinner, so Kyle had the pleasure of handling the emergency.

Pendullum said...

Now, how exactly did you find this picture?
It has me howling...
and poor Kevin....
I hope the nick name does not stick!

Natsthename said...

That is ONE THING I do not miss about that stage of life. My son was prone to this, and once he was taking a bath with his niece and nephew (older than he is!) and he just could not hold it. I saw the niece start to gag and I quickly got her out of there. Can you imagine the mess that would have been??

I'm laughing with you!

jen said...

poopinatrix. HILARIOUS. Halloween costume, anyone?

Momish said...

I have read and heard about this wonderful stage, yet thankfully have not hit it yet. But, when I do, I have some wonderful new ways of referring to the event. Thanks for yet another great laugh!

Lisa Goldstein/Kelly Kelly said...

i love the nicknames we have within families. it makes life fun to take such a playful approach.

love the bear. want the bear! where did you find her?

Lisa

Sayre said...

If you click on the link below the bear picture, it'll take you to the website....

I liked the WPC Raunchy bear and the Bondage bear. Hilarious!