Poopied on the Potty!

Chuckles has mastered the art of stalling at bedtime. By needing to poop. Every time.

Backstory: We have been putting C on the potty to poop since she was 8 months old. That’s when I decided to use cloth diapers full time and, well, I HATE doing poop laundry. Sooo, on the potty she went. If you have never seen the tiny, red, grunting poop face of an infant on the potty, then you absolutely have NOT seen the cutest thing on this planet. I tried many times to capture the cuteness on my iphone camera, but unfortunately, 8 month olds require you to HOLD them on the potty, usually with both hands, rendering the awkward balancing of baby AND moment capturing nearly impossible. So, it will just have to remain burned in Hfoe’s and my memory in lieu of the memory card.

Chuck’s amazing potty pooping was particularly tricky and convenient while we were traveling through Europe in March. We maximized the few disposables we had to buy along the way because there were no poopsplosions. Plus, we had the added bonus of the funny looks from the Brits as we would hurriedly ask about a “loo” for our baby. It was fun!

When I first started cloth diapering, I had grand plans of having C completely potty trained by the end of this summer. She would just be turning 18 months in Sept. and I thought that was totally doable. It may be for some, but I enjoy outings to the library that don’t involve a wardrobe change for C, me and the car. We also had a set back at the beginning of July when C had to have a colonoscopy. For any adult that has had that rather UNenjoyable procedure done, you know that you pretty much test the limits of your own potty training with the prep beforehand. Therefore, I didn’t find it fair to introduce PT to her in the midst of all that fun! So, we are taking baby steps. She is actively interested in her little frog toilet and will usually go tinkle when I do…given that she has Disney junior to watch on the ipod of course. Usually, though, pee still ends up in her pretty little cow print Best Bottom shell.

But, poop is another story! My kid is getting it! Not only does she recognize now when she is going to go, she also tells me! And holds it until we get to the big person potty! I am so proud I could squeal. It is just unfortunate that this new found control over her bowels has given her the freedom to procrastinate when it comes to sleepy time. At this point I don’t know how to reprimand her for being a manipulative little turd and praise her for containing her elimination all at the same time. So, I am sticking to “yay’s” and “high five! You poopied on the potty.” remarks in between my scowls and huffs. She is probably so confused. Or pumped that her plan is working. I am betting on the latter because, well, Chuckles is a smarty!

Juxtaposition

I have been hesitant to subject the unsuspecting world wide web to the random, personal, potentially polarizing, often hilarious and sometimes utterly embarrassing thoughts and events that make up this little existence of mine. But, here I am, against my insecure self’s better judgement, following the urging of some folks I respect most in this world. After all, if “Sharknado” can actually gain a time slot on cable TV…what I have to say is going to sound like the work of a GENIUS!

Wife, mother, daughter, aunt, sister and friend…all these titles I cherish. Hunter-Fisher-Outdoorsman Extraordinaire (or HFOE from now on) and I have been married four years. We have one adorable, precocious daughter, Chuckles, who lights up our world. I am a stay-at-home, sometimes work-at-home mama who is really great at starting the laundry, but a little slow on the uptake when it comes to folding. I enjoy cooking, reading, crafting and creating…all things which have taken a backseat to raising this nugget who, in all her charming, shrieking glory, can be a handful at times! Before my mama years I was a working actor in Hollyweird. I miss the camera sometimes, but most days I just miss the amazing catering! HFOE is a key grip and works on set daily. Sometimes he brings home a coveted Styrofoam box full of Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles or Off The Shelf Catering and I am like a little kid at Christmas. The fat girl inside me dies a little with joy!

Jesus is my main man. I can’t bring myself to say He’s my “homeboy” because even though I earned my street cred by living on the gangsta side of Van Nuys for 2 years, I don’t feel street ENOUGH to call anyone “homeboy,” especially the King of Kings! Street or not, I feel pretty certain Christ has a sense of humor and I can’t wait to be in His presence one day!

I decided to start this blog about a year ago. My daughter was 3 months old and I was noticing that my parenting choices were surprising to many of the people in my life. I couldn’t figure out why until I started to really evaluate the way different groups of people are presented in the media. Liberals are hippies and conservatives are hard-nosed jerks. I am neither. Was it so hard to imagine someone who ate organically, co-slept and refused vaccines could also believe in fiscal and social conservatism? I assumed that everyone made the decisions that were best for their family and children based on the limited or expansive knowledge they happened to have on any given subject. I didn’t realize that I was supposed to be choosing whether I cloth diapered or breastfed based on the way I view politics or religion. I figured there were more “crunchy conservatives” out there than were acknowledged by society, so here is my way of reaching out. Come, all you crazy kids! Join the party and know you aren’t alone.

And for all of you “silky liberals,” welcome! To answer a few of your questions right off the bat…no, I don’t loooove doing diaper laundry, but it works for my family. Yes, I do ACTUALLY believe that it’s a baby from the moment the swimmer hits the target. I do feel whole-heartedly that the chicken-pox vaccine is deadlier to my daughter than the 5 unloaded guns in our house. Most importantly, I respect you if your opinion differs from mine. After all, our opinions are simply reflections of the accumulation of our life experiences.

Thanks for coming by! Do stop again, Cara, The Crunchy Conservative

Me, Chuckles and Hfoe in Dublin, Ireland, March 2013