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Preshus Parenting Moment #7852

May 22, 2006

Being out at brunch with an impeccably-behaved Noah, sipping on a delicious wild berry mojito and holding Jason's hand across the table as we gazed and beamed at the perfect golden child we produced, through the power of our love and DNA and maybe a little drunken sex, right as Noah took a grunting, red-faced and flatulent poop while the woman at the next table desperately tried not to laugh at us.

(Jason changed the diaper. It took 20 minutes. I drank his mojito while he was gone.)

Posted at 09:19 AM | Permalink

Comments

Sounds like a triple-wiper!

Posted by: Brian | May 22, 2006 at 09:27 AM

Ha! That's great! One to share with his girlfriend one day.

Posted by: Laura | May 22, 2006 at 09:31 AM

aww! get Hallmark on the horn, stat!

Posted by: sweetney | May 22, 2006 at 09:33 AM

20 minutes! Was a change of clothing necessary?

A parenting moment to live for. :-)

Posted by: Tara | May 22, 2006 at 09:40 AM

Hee. My husband and I were at the library with our three-month-old daughter over the weekend. She decided the library (you know, the place where they keep the quiet) was a good spot to have a giant, grunting, red-faced poo of her own. The best part? A librarian asked my husband if everything was okay-- she thought it was my husband making all the noise! She didn't believe that such sounds could come from our sweet baby girl. Poor Jay.

Posted by: Nikki | May 22, 2006 at 09:44 AM

Sounds totally fair. That mojito would've gotten stale... um, warm, or something if you hadn't helped him out.

Posted by: Nic | May 22, 2006 at 09:49 AM

Sometimes I think that they plan their poops for maximum embarassment.

Posted by: Audra | May 22, 2006 at 09:52 AM

So, how much did you pay Noah to do that just so you could drink Jason's mojito?

Posted by: Angela | May 22, 2006 at 09:54 AM

Question: Did you verify the poop by lifting the kid up and giving his butt a sniff or was the eau-de-bowel movement copiously apparent?

Posted by: Erin O'Brien | May 22, 2006 at 09:55 AM

Um, how in the hell did you get Jason to change the diaper? Offer more drunken sex? what what what?

Posted by: Motherhood Uncensored | May 22, 2006 at 09:57 AM

It could never be as foul as the grunting, red-faced and flatulent poop produced by *my* son. Of course he's sixteen.

Posted by: BOSSY | May 22, 2006 at 09:58 AM

Heh. Heh.

Posted by: Wacky Mommy | May 22, 2006 at 10:16 AM

i don't know what's worse: a grunting, red-faced flatulent baby in public or a record breaking performance when you're alone with the baby and there's NO ONE ELSE THERE to witness the hilarity!

Posted by: danell | May 22, 2006 at 10:34 AM

Just wait til he's old enough to embarass you by SAYING something in public for EVERYONE to hear. Hmmm. Such as (in the bathroom at the airport)"I see your pee-pee!" My oldest daughter has said sooo many things that have made me cringe. My youngest has yet to do so......

Posted by: htretn | May 22, 2006 at 10:43 AM

Hee! That's almost a Mastercard commercial, but it's ALL priceless. Except the mojitos, thank god you can put an obtainable price on the mojitos. Where are these wild berry mojitos, though? Please share...mmm!

Posted by: E. | May 22, 2006 at 10:50 AM

Great Monday morning laugh! Had I been the woman at the next table, I would have been unsuccessful at censoring the chuckles.

Posted by: Linda | May 22, 2006 at 10:54 AM

Ah, from such moments are fond memories made -- and stories with which to entertain his future girlfriends.

Posted by: Bozoette Mary | May 22, 2006 at 11:06 AM

Ah, babies are so innocent. Or devious, depending on what you want to believe.

Posted by: Megan | May 22, 2006 at 11:07 AM

Jason is totally a keeper.

Posted by: Amanda | May 22, 2006 at 11:17 AM

Wait until you're in a public bathroom, with Noah corralled in there for safety, and he bellows, "MOMMY! WHERE IS YOUR PENIS?!"

It has happened to me. And since I still have a pre-verbal toddler, I fully expect it to happen again at some point.

Posted by: Patchie | May 22, 2006 at 11:31 AM

Exactly as it should be and totally fair, in my opinion. Next time, HE can deliver the baby and YOU can change it's poopy diapers!

(Triple Berry? Damn girl...my mouth is watering more than my poor, teething baby's)

:-)

Posted by: Lumi | May 22, 2006 at 11:31 AM

I thought my kid had the worst red-faced poop story, with it happening on the altar, at church, during his christening.

Nope, sounds like you got me beat, hands (and Mojitos) down.

Posted by: Sherry | May 22, 2006 at 11:43 AM

Hahahahahahaha!!

Posted by: Robyn | May 22, 2006 at 11:51 AM

Too funny. Kids have great timing, no?

Posted by: Jessie | May 22, 2006 at 11:54 AM

I want you to know that I'm only laughing this hard because I've been there.

And dittto to the bathroom adventures of older kids. I've ben applauded in a public (and FULL I might add) bathroom for my Mad Peeing Skillz by my oldest back when we were doing the potty thing. And most recently she loudly announced, "I LIKE YOUR BUM, MOMMY - IT'S FUNNY!" really loudly in a very echo-y bathroom at the eye doctor. Judging by the smirks when we came out, her voice carried. Probably clear across the country.

Posted by: sherry | May 22, 2006 at 12:03 PM

I can FEEEEEEL the love.
Especially during the mojito part.

Posted by: blackbird | May 22, 2006 at 12:22 PM

The most romantic part is where your husband changed the diaper.

*swoon*

Posted by: reluctant housewife | May 22, 2006 at 12:26 PM

My 2-1/2 month old daughter is particularly adept at producing loud, flatulent poops during church services. At least it's good for humility!

Posted by: Sarah | May 22, 2006 at 12:26 PM

So it isn't just my husband (also a Jason) that takes 20 minutes to change a diaper.

Posted by: Chas | May 22, 2006 at 12:34 PM

don't you just love the universal red-faced 'poop' expression babies have? it's like their non-verbal way of saying 'Mommy, time to get that diaper out! We have a stinker!'.

Posted by: birdgal | May 22, 2006 at 12:35 PM

I once did the same thing when I was about one, but in the grocery store. My mom won't ever let me forget it either.

Posted by: Heather B. | May 22, 2006 at 12:55 PM

Ahhh! Good times!

Posted by: wordgirl | May 22, 2006 at 01:15 PM

We had a very similar experienceat a sushi restaurant except the boy also peed on me as I was changing the diaper. Fun times.
Allie

Posted by: allie | May 22, 2006 at 01:18 PM

Brunch: $18
Wild Berry Mojito: $10
Baby who lets loose with red-faced flatulent baby poo in public: Priceless.

; )


Posted by: kerri anne | May 22, 2006 at 01:21 PM

Way to score on the mojito!!

Posted by: Starbuck | May 22, 2006 at 01:25 PM

Poop. Hee-Hee! Poopy.

Why is that subject always a winner when you are talking about babies? It's funny when it's about babies! But I don't want to hear about poop when it comes to an adult's bowels. It's as if baby poop is "cute" or something. But it's not cute-- because my 1 year old girl has some man-sized STANKERS! But you take one look at her and, somehow, her poop is a funny subject. Hmmph, go figure!

Posted by: Stephanie | May 22, 2006 at 01:30 PM

POOP IS FUNNY!

Posted by: Y from the internet | May 22, 2006 at 01:42 PM

Unattended alcohol is fair game in my boat... and great job paying off the kid to distract him as well. ;-)

Posted by: Bethany | May 22, 2006 at 01:58 PM

Awesome, there's nothing like a Power Poop in public!

Posted by: Cagey | May 22, 2006 at 02:12 PM

Hilarious.. i think they do plan it! And the mojito... good snag! Nice!

Posted by: Casey | May 22, 2006 at 03:43 PM

I so needed to laugh this hard today...poop trumps romance!

Posted by: Ana | May 22, 2006 at 03:50 PM

How has it never occurred to me to order a mojito at brunch??

Posted by: Real Girl | May 22, 2006 at 03:55 PM

Hahahaha, at least you got an extra mojito out of the deal!

Posted by: PatentPrincess | May 22, 2006 at 04:44 PM

Forget poop. Who makes wild berry mojitos? Those sound great.

Posted by: kiffer | May 22, 2006 at 04:52 PM

Love it. Only recently have we started to bicker over who changes the poopy diaper. Up until this point, he would call dibs. As if it were FUN for him.

Is it 5pm yet? Can I go get a drink? The mere mention of mojitos...

Posted by: Julie | May 22, 2006 at 05:10 PM

20 minutes? Wow, my son has nothing like that. I am not sure I want him to grow up and produce that kind of poop.

(but Jason rules for cleaning it up. And you rule even more for taking over his beverage!)

Posted by: Isabel | May 22, 2006 at 05:26 PM

Our oldest let fly with an audible diaper filling at a very quiet moment in church. Her dad made a bit more of a show of getting up and leaving with her to change her than was really necessary. He wanted to make sure everyone knew it was HER and not HIM.

Posted by: slyeyes | May 22, 2006 at 06:19 PM

Babies have unbelievable timing.

Posted by: rebecca | May 22, 2006 at 06:21 PM

You never fail to crack me up! You couldn't make that stuff up!

Posted by: Miss S | May 22, 2006 at 06:32 PM

Ha, Hhahaha! That's a good one. Damn I have never had a mojito. I've always wanted to try one.

Posted by: Bethany | May 22, 2006 at 06:36 PM

You know you're a little *too* involved in your kids when moments like that make you feel no embarrassment whatsoever. When it happens to my kids I'm more embarrassed about my lack of shame on their behalf. Maybe I secretly wish I could be a public pooper.

Posted by: tracy | May 22, 2006 at 06:40 PM

I've never had a mojito, but maybe I'll start with a wild berry one sometime this summer.
Noah gives you such great stories. And the best part is, you can tell them all over again when he's old enough to be embarassed by them.

Posted by: Heather | May 22, 2006 at 07:38 PM

Dear Amy,

Cheers. ;)

Love, Aly.

Posted by: Aly | May 22, 2006 at 08:01 PM

OMGs kids do have a way of throwing a monkey wrench in those romantic moments

we always figured it was their way of ensuring their place as "king" or "queen" for a while longer

Posted by: Mama Kelly | May 22, 2006 at 08:18 PM

No photo of Noah smiling like an angel after doing the red-faced thing? :(

Posted by: crackers | May 23, 2006 at 01:40 AM

Why is it always at meal times? lol

Posted by: Jules | May 23, 2006 at 06:29 AM

I have to tell you, Amy -- I never had any kids, but your accounts of life with Jason and Noah are absolutely hilarious. Keep those baby pictures coming, too. That kid is cute!

Posted by: mizburd | May 23, 2006 at 11:26 AM

Behold, the Wild Berry Mojito!!

http://www.fineliving.com/fine/favorite_things/article/0,1663,FINE_1425_3751643,00.html

Posted by: Starbuck | May 23, 2006 at 01:12 PM

mmmmmmmojito
mmmmmmmm

Posted by: bunmaster | May 23, 2006 at 01:55 PM

20 Minutes?? It must have really been a doozy! I hope he washed his hands afterwards. lol

Posted by: Sabrina | May 23, 2006 at 04:19 PM

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