1- “Gross…. why would you name it that. People are going to think it’s a fetish website.”
2-“That is so funny. I love it. That’s my life. Wait till you start potty training your daughter… then there will be even more poop, pee, and puke.”
If people give the first response they are usually not parents. If they are parents they either have nannies or are lying. Or they are perfect and didn’t poop will pushing their baby out and breast feeding never hurt. And guess what? I HATE YOU!
If they give me the second response I know immediately that they are cool and I want to be their friend.
If you would give me the first response let me tell you a little about babies and dogs that live together in small apartments. In the picture above Amelia and Freckles look innocent… almost too innocent…. like the cat that ate the canary innocent. And I would tell you that’s because they are.
Last night Amelia pooped in the bath tub for the fourth night in a row. I was bathing her and all the sudden the water turned brown and it was everywhere. I picked her up and put her on a towel on the ground and started cleaning out the bathtub but it was so bad I had to do a lot of scrubbing. While I was doing this Amelia crawled sans diaper into our bedroom. I heard a laugh and thought nothing of it but then I looked into our bedroom and Amelia had peed and there she was petting Freckles while he drank her pee like he hadn’t had anything to drink in months. Gross! Then while I was re-bathing Amelia I heard a splat and I hoped that it had nothing to do with poop, pee, or puke.
Unfortunately, when I inspected the sound it was Freckles. He suffers from dog acid reflux which causes him to puke up stomach bile whenever he eats something too acidic or doesn’t eat frequently enough. I remembered that I had forgotten to feed him that night and I guess pee is very acidic.
So I decided to ignore the puke and finish putting Amelia to bed. I grabbed Freckles, took him to the nursery, and shut the door. I had had enough poop. pee, and puke for one night and didn’t want Freckles to eat his own puke… which he has been known to do in the past.
When she was finally asleep I cleaned up the puke and started cracking up because I had dealt with poop, pee, and puke in a major way in less than an hour. I almost felt like they were punishing me for calling my blog “Poop Pee Puke”. I had some writing to do and wanted to feel glamorous and also be able to see so I put my Chanel glasses on.Here’s a side view of them… they have pearls on the side.
So if after you read this post you are like “Yes! Finally someone who gets me and is going through the same thing!”. I thank you and invite you to share in my journey of poop, pee, and puke.