Friday, August 20, 2010

TMI Friday! Gassy kids . . .

Happy Friday everyone! It's time for another edition of


What is TMI Friday? Well, this is a fun game where ANYTHING goes! Things you wouldn't normally talk about in a blog, but happen to us EVERY DAY!
Here's what you do:
1) Write a TMI blog about anything bizarre, weird, or just plain gross that's happened to you (please keep it family friendly!).
2) Take my TMI Friday button on the right side of the page and post it into your blog to link back to me (copy and paste the code).
3) Sign in below on my linky (don't post your own linky)
That's it! It's that simple!!

Is your child gassy? Mine are. All of them. And they have no qualms about letting loose anywhere. At the dinner table, in the living room, at their grandparents, at the store . . . I'm sure the ones that go to school probably let it go there, too. Now, I would say that I don't know where they get it from, that wouldn't be entirely true. Sorry. Can't help it. In my . . . er . . . genetics (thanks, Dad).

My two year old is extrememly bad. He won't just poot (that's what we call it in our house - poots) places like living rooms or things like that. He will POOT ON PEOPLE. His favorite person to poot on is apparently me, because he does it ALL THE TIME. On my lap, on my hand or arm . . . he's even pooted in my face once or twice. And he thinks it's absolutely hysterical. He will laugh and look at me and say, "Mama, I pooted". Yup. He's all boy, that one.

My other kids aren't much better, but at least they've learned not to do it ON people. Well, at least I don't think they do. There are times when the six year old is screaming at the 14 year old and vice versa, and I'm not 100% certain that they're not back there trying to make each other stinky-heads.

Then there's the sound. It's a very distinct sound for each of them. I can tell who it was that let one from across the room. One's sounds like an extremely loud zipper. Another's like bubble wrap being popped in succession, and one's sounds like, I'm not kidding, a duck quacking. And when they all get going at the same time (which happens occasionally) Sadie bar the door, it's like a three ring circus in here.

The one thing that I am thankful for is that their poot's don't smell . . . yet. But I am just waiting for that day when they do. And it will be just my luck that it will happen at the same time:

"Zzzzzzip, popopopop, QUACK . . . ewwwww"

Have a great weekend!


1 comment:

Tina Peterson said...

That story was hilarious. You poor MOM! I'm following you from FB's Mommy Bloggers (I'm new). I'm not a MOMMY but I am the aunt to 12 adorable cuties. Every age from 1 to 13 (yes 13!).

Tina "The Book Lady"