What's a Parent To Do?
While on a fall walk at a local nature center Max and I were having a fantastic time exploring.
During our walk we came upon a bench and decided to take a rest. Max was jumping off the big rock nearby and bringing me lots of pinecones, acorns, leaves, sticks...you get the idea...to bring home or leave in the nature graveyard otherwise known as our car where we place rocks along with all of the above for future review and exploration...I digress.
After a bit of the "Wow, look at this, mom!" routine...which I do admit is simply adorable and I very much encourage...he became quiet and began telling me "Don't look at me, mom!". I know what this means and had a slight panic...what to do? We were at least a 20 minute walk from the restroom in the visitors center. The poor guy had to go. I sat there and let him have his process, whereby he works it close to the forefront and then runs to the bathroom for a quick release...a bit more information than you were expecting for the blog, eh? I cannot resist this story as it was so funny, and honestly I would love to hear comments on what I should have done for the guy.
Anyway, he was working it up. When he got to the "I have to go to the bathroom" phase, in the breathless, urgent voice. I had no idea what I was going to do. He got to that stage relatively quickly and clenched his butt cheeks together and started waddling away. I asked him to come to me and I took a quick look...since he was waddling and this normally doesn't happen. The guy had a rabbit pellet stuck. I was so worried things were going to be much worse and/or bigger and mind you I don't check his pants and see anything as he simply gets to the toilet and no fuss or mess. This seemed like an easy solution, so I told him to squat and push real quick and let it drop behind the bench. We then covered it...a pebble, so to speak...up with dirt and leaves to provide nutrients to the soil...our own form of composting...what great helpers we are, right? The handy mom that I am, I had a wiper with me, along with a baggy...you'd think I own a dog or something...which we don't...but problem solved. Baggy was deposited in the trash receptical on the way out.
He didn't think it was weird to go to the bathroom outdoors and I didn't focus too much on what happened as I didn't want the guy to be embarrassed or worried. He went to the bathroom later that day for a full release...whew!
I don't think I told anyone this story yet, so this should be a nice, funny surprise story for the blog regulars. I mostly put this story for myself in the future...hilarious. Not sure Max will think so!
During our walk we came upon a bench and decided to take a rest. Max was jumping off the big rock nearby and bringing me lots of pinecones, acorns, leaves, sticks...you get the idea...to bring home or leave in the nature graveyard otherwise known as our car where we place rocks along with all of the above for future review and exploration...I digress.
After a bit of the "Wow, look at this, mom!" routine...which I do admit is simply adorable and I very much encourage...he became quiet and began telling me "Don't look at me, mom!". I know what this means and had a slight panic...what to do? We were at least a 20 minute walk from the restroom in the visitors center. The poor guy had to go. I sat there and let him have his process, whereby he works it close to the forefront and then runs to the bathroom for a quick release...a bit more information than you were expecting for the blog, eh? I cannot resist this story as it was so funny, and honestly I would love to hear comments on what I should have done for the guy.
Anyway, he was working it up. When he got to the "I have to go to the bathroom" phase, in the breathless, urgent voice. I had no idea what I was going to do. He got to that stage relatively quickly and clenched his butt cheeks together and started waddling away. I asked him to come to me and I took a quick look...since he was waddling and this normally doesn't happen. The guy had a rabbit pellet stuck. I was so worried things were going to be much worse and/or bigger and mind you I don't check his pants and see anything as he simply gets to the toilet and no fuss or mess. This seemed like an easy solution, so I told him to squat and push real quick and let it drop behind the bench. We then covered it...a pebble, so to speak...up with dirt and leaves to provide nutrients to the soil...our own form of composting...what great helpers we are, right? The handy mom that I am, I had a wiper with me, along with a baggy...you'd think I own a dog or something...which we don't...but problem solved. Baggy was deposited in the trash receptical on the way out.
He didn't think it was weird to go to the bathroom outdoors and I didn't focus too much on what happened as I didn't want the guy to be embarrassed or worried. He went to the bathroom later that day for a full release...whew!
I don't think I told anyone this story yet, so this should be a nice, funny surprise story for the blog regulars. I mostly put this story for myself in the future...hilarious. Not sure Max will think so!
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