Is It Deer, Dog, Pancake Or Cow Poop?

This posting will not be including pictures. The subject matter does not warrant any photos. This is a post about how I get my son to allow me to change his poopy diaper.

Will knows when he poops. He knows he is pooping. I am not sure he knows the poop is coming. Once he has pooped he will not let you investigate. James and I have learned to decipher when a poop has actually occurred and when it is a false alarm. A false alarm is when you ask Will if you can see if he pooped and he willingly shows you his butt. An actual poop has happened if you ask to see his butt and he freaks out. 9 times out if 10 you can smell it. The 1 time is usually a stinky fart. Getting to that poop can be an exhausting, stressful workout. I have discovered a loophole though that is showing great promise.

Long ago Will would freak out over diaper changes. It got to a point the only way I could change his diaper was by letting him watch a you tube video. It was always a Sesame Street song. He loved it. I could have him out and in before the song ended. This phase passed and diaper changes were fine. Somewhat recently they have become bad again. First he panics. He frantically tells you "no! no! no!". He tries to run. He tries to hide his butt. He lays down and contorts his body like a gymnast. The worst is when he flips over as soon as the diaper is off and poop goes rolling as his poopy butt lands on something that sucks to wash. My solution to it all is quite simple and I can't believe it works. Hell, I can't believe I thought of it.

One day he had poop that resembled deer poop. He is familiar with deer and the fact that they poop thanks to his Whidbey Island grandmother. She showed him deer one day in her yard and they promptly pooped thus giving him the lesson. I told him while changing this deer poop diaper that he had deer poop in his diaper. He was enthralled. He had to see. He loved it. The next time I knew he pooped I asked him "Do you have deer poop in there?". He was very excited to tell me he did and we changed him no problem. I told him that instead of deer poop he had a pancake instead. It snowballed. Now, every time I know there is a poop and tough times may lay ahead I ask him "Do you have a deer poop? Or is it a dog poop?". He will tell me. He always wants me to tell him what I find. Tonight I told him he had deer poop mixed with coffee and a little bit of rabbit poop mixed in. He had to see. I told him he had to wait. We put the new diaper on, dressed him and walked into the bathroom. We tossed the wipes and then opened the diaper. We looked at the poop and plopped it into the toilet. Will flushed it down and I had him wash his hands. This segwayed into teeth brushing and the perfect night was had. I wished I could make everything that had just happened a nightly routine but knew that would never happen. I will however take an easy diaper change.