Babies Growing Up

This is a collection of smile and laugh out loud moments I have shared with my children over the years.

Warning: don’t read any further if you don’t like to see the words, poo, wee or penis in print.

Kai

Kai recently asked me, ‘Is your book going to be public soon?’

Kai and the potty

When Kai did his first poo in the potty there were big celebrations at home. He was so proud of himself. He kept it in his potty all day until his big brothers came home from school.

When the older boys got home he raced them to the potty to show them what he had done, they were dutifully enthused having been warned that they needed to make a fuss and then went off to get some afternoon tea. The show was over and the poo could now be flushed, or so I thought, Kai looked at me and screamed as he saw me about to tip it down the toilet,‘That’s my poo! Don’t put it in the toilet it’s mine! How will it find its way home?’

Jack

When Jack was three I was walking through a shopping centre with him holding his hand. An announcement came over the speakers. Jack turned to me and said ‘What does God want now?’

Jack and Molly

Jack at age three was found with a packet of dog biscuits between his legs sitting with his best friend, at the time our dog called Molly. He was being fair, ‘One for you and one for me, another one for me and one for you.

Noah - E.P.A.

Noah at age three was still using a potty. He had become known in the house as the E.P.A. (expert poo analyzer). We would hear yells from the bathroom, ‘Mummy! Mummy! Come and have a look at this one.’ Down I would go and there would be Noah staring into his potty in all seriousness, ‘Look it’s an island,’ and there it would be, a small poo sitting in a puddle of wee. Or ‘Look it’s a doughnut,’ or ‘A Mr. Whippy poo.’ I don’t think he actually tried to make the shapes, but was just fascinated with the end result.