Parenting involves a lot of conversations that you never would have imagined yourself having. Here are just a few from our recent trip to Miami:
(After putting Adeline to bed in the upstairs bedroom of our bungalow)
David: do you think it’s safe to pee upstairs tonight?
David: yeah, I mean, is it going to wake her up?
Me: ooooh, yeah, that might be pretty risky….
(while changing her diaper when she finally pooped after an unusually long time)
Me: Whoa, it’s like… a real turd.
David: You mean like a real human’s poo?
David: It’s not usually like that?
Me: No… but maybe this one just hasn’t had time to get squished yet…
And speaking of changing diapers… I have to admit that I sort of love it lately. Not because I enjoy dealing with poop or wrangling her to keep her still long enough to get a new diaper on. No, I like it because she looks like a baby when I change her diaper.
Lately she’s such a big girl. She’s running around and climbing and she’s getting tall and she just doesn’t really seem like a baby at all anymore. And I miss that.
But when I get her on the changing table, it’s the one time that she still sort of seems like a baby. I love it!