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Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Sometimes Being a Mom Means....

Hugs, kisses, and snuggles.

Big grins.

Giggles.

"I love you, Mom"s.

Lots of fun.

Special firsts.

Sweet moments.




And other times, being a mom means....

being at the soccer fields where the restrooms are locked when your child has to poop RIGHT now. And having another parent hand you toilet paper out of his truck so that you can take your child into the woods to do his thing behind a tree. And having to stay right there because he's freaked to be in the woods. And trying to keep another brother from peeing on the squatting one. And having to clean up said poop.

Being a mom.

Sometimes sweet....

And sometimes totally disgusting.

Disclaimer: Child pictured is not the woods pooper. Just happens to be a picture at the soccer fields. Or maybe he is the woods pooper. Woods pooper will not be identified to protect the guilty and save on future therapy costs. 

72 Comments:

Blogger Angie said...

LOL

Sometimes when you gotta go, you gotta go...

September 6, 2011 at 7:18 AM  
Blogger Diane said...

Life with boys is never boring is it?!

September 6, 2011 at 7:36 AM  
Blogger blueviolet said...

You just never know what's next!

September 6, 2011 at 7:41 AM  
Blogger Singedwingangel said...

Seriously why would they lock the bathrooms with kids games going on??

September 6, 2011 at 7:48 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

LMBO too true, too true. It's not always glorious and rewarding.

September 6, 2011 at 7:49 AM  
Blogger Corinne said...

LOL! great story to tell the grandkids.

September 6, 2011 at 7:56 AM  
Blogger Stephanie said...

LOLOL! I had that joy Saturday night at the county fair...luckily no pooping this time, just had to pee REAL BAD. Of course at this time, we were near no potty's..so I had to take him near the woods, of course where everyone could see him, so he could pee. Good thing he has an adorable butt haha.

September 6, 2011 at 7:58 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

Oh no!! Nothing like ruining a good at the soccer fields. LOL

September 6, 2011 at 8:18 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Oh I love you Shell because you have my life. There are few as lucky as us ;). We had a public bathroom incident the other day worthy of years of therapy for me. Never, ever a dull moment.

September 6, 2011 at 8:23 AM  
Blogger The Mommyologist said...

This made me laugh out loud!! When your kid has to poop, your kid HAS TO POOP...bottom line.

LMAO.

September 6, 2011 at 8:33 AM  
Blogger Momma Fargo said...

LMAO. That made my morning. I spit coffee on my screen. Thanks, and happy mommying.

September 6, 2011 at 8:49 AM  
Anonymous Denise said...

It is such a glamorous life isn't it?

September 6, 2011 at 8:50 AM  
Blogger Victoria said...

Lol, I had a little man do a woods poop at the splash pad this summer, awesome! O the joys of motherhood!

September 6, 2011 at 8:53 AM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Hahaha! This is too funny!

September 6, 2011 at 9:16 AM  
Blogger Christine Siracusa said...

How much did you love the parent with the toilet paper? That is a lifetime bond right there.
Here's to more sanitary times!

September 6, 2011 at 9:19 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

I don't think being a woods pooper is all that bad. It is way better than being a pants pooper.

September 6, 2011 at 9:23 AM  
Anonymous Mandi @ My Perfect Mess said...

Hahaha! Well at least you took him! Haha!

September 6, 2011 at 9:35 AM  
Blogger Barbara said...

ha ha! I'm sorry! These are those glamorous moments that no one ever tells you about!

September 6, 2011 at 9:36 AM  
Blogger Missy said...

The things we do with our kids. That only us moms understand. I have one who can drop it WHEREVER nature calls. And it's sometimes really challenging. I get it.

September 6, 2011 at 9:38 AM  
Blogger mama marchand said...

Haha! This is why I'm scared to death to have boys ... although, I can see N wanting to poop in the woods someday. ;)

September 6, 2011 at 9:48 AM  
Blogger WhisperingWriter said...

Ha, sounds like something I'd have to do with my daughter. When she has to go she means it. My son, on the other hand, can hold it. But she's all dramatic.

September 6, 2011 at 9:53 AM  
Blogger WhisperingWriter said...

Oh and that was odd, I thought I was following your site but I guess I wasn't. I haven't been able to see the Google Friends for a long time, ha. Now I can and am making sure I'm following all my favorite blogs.

September 6, 2011 at 9:54 AM  
Blogger Samantha said...

Bless...we were in Toys R Us last night, and Bree just randomly yells out that she has to poop. You would think they could learn to hold it a little longer :)

September 6, 2011 at 10:06 AM  
Blogger Lizbeth said...

See. See?? This is exactly the type of situation that has me in fear of organized sports. Well, that and my kid getting clobbered by the ball...

September 6, 2011 at 10:22 AM  
Blogger Emmy said...

Lol! You disclaimer is the best. One of my children went through a phase where they wanted to pee/poop in the bushes as they thought it would be an adventure... yea I ensured that phase did not last long.

Love that picture

September 6, 2011 at 10:34 AM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Oh goodness...the future ahead of me with my boy...looks fun yet gross! The things us moms do LOL!

September 6, 2011 at 10:37 AM  
Blogger Life with Kaishon said...

Oh my gosh. This made me laugh so hard. Hilarious and real!

September 6, 2011 at 10:39 AM  
Blogger Jen said...

Being a mom is being all things... even a poop catcher.

September 6, 2011 at 10:55 AM  
Blogger Kristina P. said...

Awesome. We went camping with some family, and they invited some friends. Whose kids decided to squat and poop in the lake. Gross.

September 6, 2011 at 11:22 AM  
Blogger Evonne said...

At least no one went in their pants, right?

Our practice field for soccer doesn't have bathrooms. Not even a porta-potty! I make both kids go before we leave, but it never fails. Someone has to pee as soon as we get there. And they both refuse to go in the woods. Yes, we have left there with wet pants.

September 6, 2011 at 11:27 AM  
Blogger Joann Mannix said...

Hilarious!

I've had to do the woods pooping thing. That just didn't come out right. I haven't been in the woods pooping myself, but I've had to resort to that with some of my daughters. The only difference with girls is there's a lot of drama and hysterics because they can't handle the thought of doing that behind a tree. But when you gotta go, you gotta go.

You don't officially get your mom badge until you've helped a child poop in the woods.

September 6, 2011 at 11:41 AM  
Blogger adrienzgirl said...

Yeah, they definitely leave THOSE moments out of the mommy to be brochures huh?

September 6, 2011 at 11:43 AM  
Blogger Mom of 12 said...

My 8-year-old plays pee-wee football. On Saturday at the game, a kid suddenly came sprinting down the sideline in front of us, headed past the end zone and down to a tiny tree. It couldn't have been more than three tall because we could see him giving it a little drink if you know what I mean...but it's a new park and apparently that was his only option. Sadly, the wind caught it and when he came running back, drops were clinging to the backs of his legs and the seat of his football pants. He didn't run back nearly as fast as he left.
Sandy

September 6, 2011 at 11:51 AM  
Blogger KSK said...

LOL!!!!!
Thank goodness someone had toilet paper in their car!!!
*note to self: keep a roll of tp in the car.. just in case...*

September 6, 2011 at 12:04 PM  
Blogger Adrienne said...

oh so true sometimes being mom means doing some nutso stuff =) Woods pooper will be fine =)

September 6, 2011 at 1:00 PM  
Blogger Rach (DonutsMama) said...

Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do!

September 6, 2011 at 1:05 PM  
Blogger I'm Jennifer. said...

Good times, huh? You're not alone. #mykidsawoodspooper

September 6, 2011 at 1:10 PM  
Blogger Erica@PLRH said...

Been there, done that. Only it was at the beach and behind a sand dune. :)

September 6, 2011 at 1:20 PM  
Blogger Jenny said...

That is hilarious...I am sure you were laughing after all was said and done. We definitely have had close moments like that!

September 6, 2011 at 1:43 PM  
Anonymous Leah, aka, Far From Perfect MaMMa said...

Is it fair game to say...."God only gives us what we can handle?" :) LOVE IT! Don't know if I could handle it.

September 6, 2011 at 2:29 PM  
Blogger JDaniel4's Mom said...

I am so glad you had toilet paper given to you. It would be horrible to use the wrong kind of leaf.

September 6, 2011 at 2:45 PM  
Anonymous Galit Breen said...

Hee! Love this!

September 6, 2011 at 2:46 PM  
Blogger Not Blessed Mama said...

LOL! and cute pic- instagram, right! i'm following you on there now.

September 6, 2011 at 2:47 PM  
Blogger tessica said...

I'm not sure why I am fascinated that you picked it up...
I'd have covered it with leaves...does thatmake me a bad person?
I totally pick up after my dogs when they poop in the common area!
(oddest comment I have ever left-hands down)

September 6, 2011 at 2:48 PM  
Blogger Brenda Susan said...

Haha! So true. May your disgusting days be outweighed by the sweet days!!

September 6, 2011 at 3:26 PM  
Blogger Foursons said...

Ha. That happens to us at the baseball fields all the time. Why the heck can't someone who has a key come unlock the bathrooms?!

September 6, 2011 at 3:27 PM  
Anonymous Teresa (Embracing the Spectrum) said...

Yeah...that sounds like a blast!

September 6, 2011 at 5:32 PM  
Blogger Mommy Needs a Vacation said...

Oh man!! I too have been a barf catcher and a poop catcher.

September 6, 2011 at 5:34 PM  
Blogger Lourie said...

When you write things like this...I think of my niece whose baby is now one month old. And I still am left laughing at what is yet to come for this girl. She has already thrown up changing a diaper blow out. True story. Hahaha.

I would have to take the pooper to a gas station or store. There would be no pooping in the woods. No matter the desperation. Motherhood has joys on all ends of the spectrum!!!

September 6, 2011 at 6:20 PM  
Blogger Hopes@Staying Afloat! said...

Oh how I've been there!! And with my boys they hold it until the very last second and there is no time for "Plan B". Soccer fields should always, ALWAYS have working bathrooms.

September 6, 2011 at 6:43 PM  
Blogger Tara R. said...

So glad my kids are so past this age.

September 6, 2011 at 6:46 PM  
Blogger Kim @ Mamas Monologues said...

Hey, when you gotta go you gotta go, right? ;)

Boys can be so so gross!

September 6, 2011 at 6:54 PM  
Blogger Grumpy Grateful Mom said...

That hilarious! Especially since I am not the one in the situation. I'm glad there were trees. :)

September 6, 2011 at 6:56 PM  
Blogger Adventures as a Small Town Mom said...

Too funny!

September 6, 2011 at 7:18 PM  
Blogger Just Cherish Today said...

thanks for the evening laugh my dear! super cute- and totally funny!!

September 6, 2011 at 7:46 PM  
Blogger Just Cherish Today said...

thanks for the evening laugh my dear! super cute- and totally funny!!

September 6, 2011 at 7:50 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Funny! I have yet to experience the "I've got to go NOW" and there's nowhere to go. Not looking forward to it.

September 6, 2011 at 8:04 PM  
Blogger Heather said...

You have to get the little portable potty for the car. It has saved us from many pooping incidents.

My Princess is especially prone as any kind of junk food seems to get the pipes flowing - if you know what I mean!

September 6, 2011 at 10:33 PM  
Blogger Big D and Me said...

HA! Love this - In our case it's the pooper in the community pool - thatnk goodness the end of summer is coming because I feel like everyone is looking at me

September 6, 2011 at 10:38 PM  
Blogger angela said...

I'm so glad that dad had some toilet paper. So glad.

September 6, 2011 at 11:30 PM  
Blogger Dvr Dame said...

I like your photo disclaimer. lol

September 7, 2011 at 12:48 AM  
Blogger Alison@Mama Wants This said...

Hahaha, thanks for the laugh Shell. I have a woods pooper in my house and it's not the small one. Ahem.

September 7, 2011 at 1:17 AM  
Blogger Jessica said...

Being a mom means we do the good and the bad for our kids. At least someone had toilet paper there.

September 7, 2011 at 1:44 AM  
Blogger Rebecca @ Unexplained X2 said...

I'm pretty sure disgusting outweighs cute in my house! You're a trooper!!!

September 7, 2011 at 6:43 AM  
Blogger Courtney K. said...

Oh man. That sucks. But you have to do what you have to do. :) In your sons case, and your own. Being a mom isn't always glamorous. But I wouldn't trade it for anything....usually. LOL

September 7, 2011 at 11:22 AM  
Blogger Kristin @ What She Said said...

::Dies::

There are no words to describe how much I love this post. God bless you, Shell.

September 7, 2011 at 11:34 AM  
Blogger Charlotte said...

LMAO!!!! Well, at least the life of a mommy is never dull :) And thank god for strangers with toilet paper!

September 7, 2011 at 1:46 PM  
Blogger Babes Mami said...

Always interesting!

At least with boys it's probably a smidge easier then most girls to get them to poop outside haha

September 7, 2011 at 1:54 PM  
Anonymous Megan (Best of Fates) said...

I'm totally in awe that you cleaned it up and didn't just leave it, you know, like all the other animals who poo in the woods!

September 7, 2011 at 4:13 PM  
Blogger Sierra said...

LOL

September 7, 2011 at 10:15 PM  
Blogger Jen said...

Oh my gosh, Shell. I just died laughing. I was all..what a sweet post...and then I was all...HAHAHA, disgusting. ;)

September 7, 2011 at 10:23 PM  
Blogger Theresa said...

fabulous...I hear ya. sometimes being a mom means wiping noses on the inside of YOUR sleeve cause they look disgusting and the child is wearing short sleeves. And then another child pukes everywhere at teh soccer field and you have to try and clean it up while trying to chase the baby. All the other moms are staring at you like you are the biggest idiot. Oh yes...sometimes being a mom is disgusting! ;)

September 10, 2011 at 4:49 PM  

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