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Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 15 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in her pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.

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The bonding properties of poo

Facebook status updates from my friends amuse me. I read one a few days ago that made me laugh out loud:

… had the honor and privilege of experiencing another momentous “first” with [baby] tonight: her first poop in the tub. What a lucky mama I am!

When I read it, I thought to myself, what a lucky mama I am to have dodged the bullet and avoided such a “first.”  Karma (bachi) came back to bite me in the butt sooner than I expected, because Baby Champuru had a surprise for us in the tub as well.  I wish I could say that it was a non-event that we took in stride, but really, the poop thew us for a loop and had Hubby and I running to and fro like chickens without heads.  I don’t think we’ve been that flustered since the newborn days.  There’s nothing like a little unexpected fecal matter to keep us on our toes!

As Hubby scrambled to get the poopy baby tub out of the way and prepare a spot for Baby Champuru to stand in the big tub to rinse off, I held her in a standing position on the side of the tub.  Trying to keep my grip on a wet, slippery, squirmy baby was no easy feat.  Then, the kicker: pee. So there she was, poor Baby Champuru, having just bathed in doo-doo water and pee running down her legs.  When it rains, it pours.

Needless to say, we all managed to escape the episode relatively unscathed and Baby Champuru got clean in the end.  Just another bonding experience in the Champuru household.

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4 comments to The bonding properties of poo

  • joy

    My worse poo experience was one day when Chris decided to take off his poopy diaper during nap time! There was poo all over the place and I was home by myself. It was like a bad horror flick except with poop! I ended up calling my husband to come home to help me clean up because it was just so gross and disgusting. When you say karma came back to bite you in the okole… well my mom always loves to tell the story about how I did the same thing to her! So, I guess after about 37 years, I got my karma! After that, I ended up duct taping the diaper close and never had the problem of him taking off his diaper on his own.

  • April

    Ah, the joys of motherhood. Never having kids of my own, I relied on my nephews and niece to have such experiences. I will never forget the poolside poopy that my youngest nephew shared while sitting on my lap just after we had removed his swimmer diaper. I will never look at mustard the same.

  • Jancalligrapher

    And when I got to the pee part, I laughed out loud. SO funny. thanks for making me smile today, I totally needed that laugh!

  • Ji In

    LOL! What thoughtful girls we have! ;-)

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