Tuesday, January 13, 2009

You want to talk about . . . puppy poop????

My son recently married, and with the marriage came a little toy poodle named Daisy. Daisy is NOT a manly name and a toy poodle is definitely NOT a manly dog. So Ryan, who was deprived of a dog in his youth, decided he needed a dog of his own, a boxer named Diesel. Now Diesel is a name a man can use in public without being embarrassed.

Only now Ryan calls me on the phone to talk about, of all things, puppy poop--how often, where it is found and the texture. Seriously. If I tire of this conversation I can always call Camille, and talk about her daughter Carly. At three weeks of age the topic invariably seems to come around to poop as well. “All she does is eat, sleep and . . .” You get the picture.

I remember as a young mother I felt overwhelmed with diapers and baby babble. I looked forward to the days when my children would grow up and be able to carry on intelligent conversations. And they did. But then they got married . . .

The cycles of life, I suppose. :-)

5 comments:

Dave and Camille said...

Rude! ;) I think I've only talked about poop a few times... more often I bring up the topic of spit up or lack of sleep :) I'd say I feel bad for Ryan... but I've been there and done that many times and the good news is, it definitely gets better. Aren't you glad that your kids call you so often now!

Joy For Your Journey said...

I knew you would be the first to post a comment! And you know I am only teasing you. I love you and your baby--poop, spit up and all!
Mom

Momza said...

What a fun post! Sometimes, as they say, the truth just stinks. lol pun intended.

da Bergs said...

Nice to find your blog! You have a lovely family! I too remember when the kiddo's were young... my mom told me to enjoy them, they grow up much too fast... yeah, right. YEAH RIGHT! Makes me sad... but I love their lives now too!

Heidi Ashworth said...

It is amazing how comfortable one suddenly feels with conversation about pooping once they have children. This is why their childless friends all melt away into the night never to be heard from again (or until they have their own poopers).