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I don't know about you, but nobody told me that when you become a mom, poo becomes a major part of every day life. I now know so much more about poo (as it relates to my children) than I would have ever thought possible. I know how much, how often, time of day, color, smell and consistency that is normal. When things look off, I investigate. If I had a magnifying glass, I would use it. And I don't mind doing this by the way. It is almost automatic. Take the diaper off, clean the kid up, double check the poo. Maybe I am crazy, and the only mom who does this. It does have its benefits though.

My studies have shown that my Anthony does not chew some foods as thoroughly as he should, and that some fruits and veggies have quite the effect on color (think carrots and blueberries). Studies have also shown that Lukie eats anything he can fit in his mouth. I have had my share of googly eyes staring right back at me from inside that diaper. So now I can encourage Anthony to chew those blueberries really well, and keep a very close eye on what is left on the floor when Lukie goes grazing. See? Poo inspection helps everyone!

As a poo inspector, you also know all of the tricks to help a backed up kid. Prune juice (just a LITTLE!), Pear juice, and the dreaded nothing-else-I-tried-has-worked-and-I-don't-want-to-give-a-suppository-yet thermometer.

As a poo inspector you also do a little dance on the inside when your kid takes a poo right before nap time or bed time. They sleep so much better, and my kids sleep 15-20 minutes longer.

Just thought I'd share with you mommies-to-be out there!

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  1. LOL! Yep. It's all true. Not only do you become a poo expert but you discuss it with other poo experts. Just wait until he eat Fruity Pebbles. And then he sees the BRIGHT green poo. Too funny!

    Here's another one no one tells you. As a mom of boys, when you are potty training, you will think nothing about reaching over to aim for him. It's either that or be sprayed or clean a puddle off the floor/wall.

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  2. hahaha Stephanie I love that! Haven't started seriously potty training yet, but that is hilarious! :)

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