The poop chair
While I never wanted the boy to grow up too quickly, I did yearn for some interactivity in his younger days. Though younger babies might not understand cause and effect relationships, they demonstrate them regularly. For example, babies are born with a handful of reflexes. Like when they're scared, their fingers extend out and their hands raise up towards their heads (known as the "Moro" reflex, it happened 100% of the times that we closed the microwave door for several months). And while this was fun to be able to cause a reaction from the boy (no matter how involuntary), it made me feel a hint of cruelty knowing that I was scaring him and enjoying it.
The cause and effect things we generally find the most fun involve either farts or poop. After all, I'm his primary male role model. Who better to enjoy farts and poop with?
For a short while during his early infancy, pushing his knees up towards his chest would induce a fart. Many Saturday afternoons were spent enjoying this. I'd laugh, he'd laugh, it was great. But what was, and continues to be, even more fun is the phenomenon of the "poop chair."
He's got one of those Fisher Price Kick & Play bouncy chairs, with the calming vibrations. With a success rate of over 95%, putting him in this chair would make him poop within 5 minutes. Again, I'd laugh, then he'd laugh (then I'd call someone else to change the poopy diaper). Naturally, it became known around our house as the poop chair. Probably not what Fisher Price had in mind.
Now, we can have the same sit and poop experience by putting him in his high chair. It's still funny, though now it's a little more gross. Do you know how bad some baby food smells? Combine that with poop. *shudder*
All I'm really saying is that I often marvel over what little things about my boy make me smile.
And that sometimes, I wonder if my maturity levels have gone up or down since becoming a father.



Comments
Radioactive Jam said:
Right, nothing to say but I saw that "Be the first" taunt more than an hour ago and I'm tired of it.Seriously though, Omar - you understand the need for upholding manly (vs. girly) traditions. You know what must be done, and you don't shirk your responsibility (not this one at least).Good work, soldier. Carry on.
Viking054 said:
That's simply amazing.I just hope it's not something he carries into adulthood :)
cadiz12 said:
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Seventeen Syllables said:
Heh. Friends of mine swore by their boy's excersaucer for the same laxative effect. Some furniture seems to really help the male of the species...um....unwind.The recliner my husband brought to our marriage, for example...and he STILL wonders why I insisted we get rid of it. [I firmly believe this is a male thing only. Girls don't fart, or do the other thing either, you know.]
1GloriousConundrum said:
Both sweet and disturbing, Omar. I truly hope that trained reflex lessens with time or he could have a very unpopular young adulthood ahead of him.There is a bit of a gender divide here - not saying girls don't, but it's just a different variety, somehow.
Jasmine said:
agree with glo. sweet but a bit unnerving. i suppose you can be thankful for the predictability of all of it ;)
Nadia said:
17 - Agreed. Girls are clean and pure and most of us don't even know of the other thing you speak of.And ditto Jazz.
Radioactive Jam said:
There's a gender divide all right, with males generally acknowleding certain obnoxious yet natural behaviors on one side, and females...well. How can I describe the typical female perspective on this?Denial / delusional fantasy, maybe?
omar said:
In my younger, less respectful days, I would have made some comment about that being the reason for women being so uptight (because they've got years of built up poop and gas inside). But current omar would never say that.And I am trying to do right by the boy, you know? With regards to teaching him how to be a man. (He's already got the burping thing down quite well.)
Sarah said:
I'd like to pretend I don't poop, but you've read my blog, you know I do.However, it never stinks and I remain a pretty, pretty princess while I do it.