From the time we brought Zach home from the hospital he’s been an amazing sleeper. When he was 2 weeks old I even had his pediatrician tell me that I needed to start waking him at night and feeding him. I shouldn’t be letting him sleep 8 hours. Sorry Dr. D, I totally didn’t listen. I love my sleep and so do both of my kids. We have a no wake rule in our house.
Recently sleep has been fleeting in our house. You see our dear sweet Zach is cutting teeth. He’s cranky, stuffy, frustrated, sore and NOT SLEEPING!
Ellie did not cut her first tooth until she was almost a year and when it did that pearly white pretty much magically appeared. I thought people were exaggerating when they complained about teething. Zach has shown me the light and I wish he would just turn it off and go back to sleep.
So basically our house is living on no sleep and we’re getting a bit slap happy or maybe tapped into that part of our brains where genius comes from. You be the judge!
So let’s talk about Sharts. You know what I’m talking about don’t you. There’s that storying going around that Al Roker shart his pants at the White House.
You know those diapers that are almost a poop, but not quite a poop? Well it just feels wrong saying a baby shart his diaper, so I was trying out a few combinations this week.
Poop + Fart = Part – That doesn’t work
Fart + Poop = Foop – Nope, my husband already uses that term for something else that I refuse to discuss.
Poop + Fart = Poot – Maybe that would work
Fart + Poop = Farp – I don’t know maybe
Poop + Fart = Poof? Maybe not exactly, but I like how it sounds
Poop + Fart = Parf? Alright it may take an Algebra equation to come up with this one, but I still like how it sounds.
My husband liked Poot the best, but he asked me to get your opinion. So what should we call a baby shart?
I told you we’re a little slap happy over here.