Whenever it gets close to poop time and she has yet to produce, I put her into what has come to be known as the Poo Poo Palace.
The name started as an offhand remark and has kind of worked its way into the lexicon my wife and I share when discussing all things baby. It's a small enclosed area filled with toys and books and a mirror. And, 9 times out of 10, when you stick Baby J in the Poo Poo Palace, she does her business soon after. It's pretty wild but it works for now. Who knows why.
Listening To: Superfly by Curtis Mayfield
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