Mother's Day. And poop.

[jyoti]

Jason's finally old enough to "get" Mother's Day, and we've spent it in a happy daze of cleaning, going through pictures of him as a baby and painting pictures to hang on his walls. At one point, we were laying on my bed-- he was sitting on my stomach, leaning back against my raised knees-- and he was asking what he was like as a baby.

Me: "Well... you moved a lot, when you were in my belly. And you got the hiccups a lot too."

His eyes got big here. Prenatal hiccups are pretty cool, I admit, especially when you're getting them every day.

Me: "Then after you were born, you spent all of your time eating, sleeping, crying or pooping."

Jason screams with laughter.

Me: "Yep, you sure did poop a lot. One time, I was changing your diaper, and you pooped so hard you hit the wall!"

More hard laughing.

Me: "Poop poop poop!"

It's hurting him at this point. He has an arm hooked over his belly and is going a little purple in the face, but he's still laughing.

I wait for him to calm down a little-- okay, so I was laughing pretty hard too-- then asked him what he remembered best about being a baby.

Jason: "I liked pooping a lot!"

This cracked us both up, and the laughing only stopped after he farted hard enough to-- you guessed it-- poop his pants.

It was totally worth it.