Meet Poopy Puppy. As you can see from this photo, Poopy Puppy is pretty special to the Notorious MRA. So special that he, in fact, decorated the top of MRA's first birthday cake. Poopy Puppy goes with MRA most places and certainly is present at all times around the house.
The Backstory: We have a changing area set up in the downstairs guest room so we don't have to run upstairs every hour changing diapers.
During said diaper changes, sometimes, our curious little butterbean likes to explore the undercarriage.
The exploration seems to occur immediately after diaper removal while you are struggling to open the box of wipes (that never, ever, ever seems to open the right way or the wipe never pulls through the slot so you have to take the damn thing apart with a poopy baby squirming all over creation) or right after you have just slathered the little guy with a handful of butt paste (which he finds very funny, by the way.)
This can be a problem and also disgusting if not addressed. So, we used to hand MRA the puppy to keep him distracted and amused.
He became the Pooppy Puppy.
The other day, MRA began saying puppup and pointing at Pooppy Puppy. Puppup, puppup, puppup pupup puppup until he got Poopy Puppy in his chubby little hands. His first words, clearly and discriminately - Puppup. He says mamma and dadda, but he says it to a variety of objects including us. Only Poopy Puppy gets the puppup.
So we are talking the other night about this amazing new discovery of speech and Jonathan says, "Is it disturbing that our kid's first words are Poopy Puppy?"
Me: "Ummm, I don't thinks so. It could be worse, it could be butt paste."
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