tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post113269896288210211..comments2023-06-26T03:43:06.264-06:00Comments on Confessions of a Pottymouth Mom: Yawning in TechnicolorSister Pottymouthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1136393201465745222006-01-04T09:46:00.000-07:002006-01-04T09:46:00.000-07:00Ewwww! Thanks for posting, even if anonymously. I ...Ewwww! Thanks for posting, even if anonymously. I could have done without the info on the dog, though. Blech! I thought about that tuck-in-the-shirt advice yesterday. A-- was feeling a bit queasy after getting his flu shot. He "gurped" in a flowerbed, luckily, and not in the car, but I thought about making him tuck in his shirt.Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1136304169859529262006-01-03T09:02:00.000-07:002006-01-03T09:02:00.000-07:00Our family word is one my sister invented. It's g...Our family word is one my sister invented. It's gurp, it has the added benefit of anoynomity, no one outside the family knows what you're talking about.<BR/><BR/>Since Grace has thrown up 3 or 4 hundred times since birth, we have gotten quite calloused to the whole vomit thing. The Bissel does a good job on clean up, but I have to say that for the chuncks nothing beats owning a dog. <BR/><BR/>I'm so mean when the school calls and says she threw up, I ask if she feels sick and if she doesn't, I just drop off a change of clothing and life goes on.<BR/><BR/>In the car we borrow my brother's philosophy which he created after hauling his four kids all the way up to the ski resort only to have one of them blow chunks as they pulled into the parking lot. This is it, if you feel sick in the car, tuck in your shirt and throw up inside it. Amazingly we've never actually had to implement it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133289361099371362005-11-29T11:36:00.000-07:002005-11-29T11:36:00.000-07:00Wal-Mart. But don't dress frumpily if you go there...Wal-Mart. But don't dress frumpily if you go there...word is out about us frumpy Wal-Mart people:)dalenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133283710901090402005-11-29T10:01:00.000-07:002005-11-29T10:01:00.000-07:00Suzie: No idea on products that get rid of the nei...Suzie: No idea on products that get rid of the neighbor's cat, but motion-sensor sprinklers might help keep it off your property. Don't know what you'd do in the winter, however. <BR/><BR/>Compulsive: I LOVE that cartoon! Where do you get that "Kids and Pets" stuff? I'm thinking I should have some of that on hand for next time.Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133272943410250682005-11-29T07:02:00.000-07:002005-11-29T07:02:00.000-07:00I love this product called "Kids & Pets." It handl...I love this product called "Kids & Pets." It handles just about any body emission you pour it on. Believing that less is more in those cases, I usually just pour on the whole bottle--just to make sure I don't keep reliving the experience for years to come.<BR/><BR/>Speaking of poo. There's this great cartoon we can all relate to: In frame one a little boy is yelling "Mom-my!" at the top of his lungs to his mother, who is of course on another floor in another room entirely. Like most of us, she yells back for him not to yell at her, but to come in to where she is to talk to her. Then you see two frames of cute little footprints running all through the house. In the last frame he has found her and reports, "I stepped in some big dog poo."dalenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13414972890937798371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133256200174514192005-11-29T02:23:00.000-07:002005-11-29T02:23:00.000-07:00Horrors! The middle-of-the-night stomach flu is t...Horrors! The middle-of-the-night stomach flu is the ULTIMATE test of motherhood! Yay you, for passing the test with flying colors! Somehow we just get it done, even if we have no idea how... Take, for instance, the cat poo my husband tracked into the house and up the carpeted stairs tonight. Did you know they actually sell a cleaning spray designed specifically for that purpose? Who knew? Do they also sell something to get rid of the neighbor's cat?Suzie Petuniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13387520367654400467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133153290108518962005-11-27T21:48:00.000-07:002005-11-27T21:48:00.000-07:00I have an uncle named Ralph...hee hee! (really)I have an uncle named Ralph...hee hee! (really)Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133149651987845202005-11-27T20:47:00.000-07:002005-11-27T20:47:00.000-07:00Yes I 've heard of ralph. That's why I've always ...Yes I 've heard of ralph. That's why I've always felt sorry for anyone named Ralph (among other names that have terrible connotations in today's language).Lylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260672421125052182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1133050193798046642005-11-26T17:09:00.000-07:002005-11-26T17:09:00.000-07:00I neglected to list one of my husband's favorite t...I neglected to list one of my husband's favorite terms: ralph. Alternate spellings could include "ralf" or even "relph," if you're from Utah. Has anyone else ever heard of or used this one before?Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132939464702259402005-11-25T10:24:00.000-07:002005-11-25T10:24:00.000-07:00Ewwwwww! I hope she made it to the porcelain. Why ...Ewwwwww! I hope she made it to the porcelain. Why is it that kids seem to always get sick on or around Thanksgiving day? I hope she doesn't share with the rest of the family.Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132895732264305282005-11-24T22:15:00.000-07:002005-11-24T22:15:00.000-07:00She puked.She puked.Kactiguyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04266598831378871626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132848276283191772005-11-24T09:04:00.000-07:002005-11-24T09:04:00.000-07:00puke. you didn't use the word puke.The irony of t...puke. you didn't use the word puke.<BR/><BR/>The irony of this blog is amazing. Guy was downstairs saying "Hey! Julie's got a new one you need to read," just as I was coming down to tell him our daoughter was upstairs hugging the porcelain. I think your blog cursed us. So here we wait...Thanksgiving morning...waiting to see if she's really gonna puke or just feeling funny...Lorienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03960555507555058037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132787021997358242005-11-23T16:03:00.000-07:002005-11-23T16:03:00.000-07:00I don't know where I first heard the phrase "two f...I don't know where I first heard the phrase "two fingered diet" but I added the "dance part" because all to often there is some sort of "dance" by the child as they fear what is about to happen.Lylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260672421125052182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132767521512066282005-11-23T10:38:00.000-07:002005-11-23T10:38:00.000-07:00Two-finger diet dance...haven't heard that one. I ...Two-finger diet dance...haven't heard that one. I like it.Sister Pottymouthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10987391736782375817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15304841.post-1132715297461586342005-11-22T20:08:00.000-07:002005-11-22T20:08:00.000-07:00No one said anything about vomit patrol when I sig...No one said anything about vomit patrol when I signed on to be married. Ok, I lie. When new babies cry during the night, I sleep right on through. The moment I hear the the vomit alarm go off, I am out of the sack like a greyhound out of the shoot chasing a mechanical bunny. My wife and I have a system. She cleans up the kid and I clean up everywhere else.<BR/><BR/>Just two Sundays ago, all three of my boys were doing the two-finger diet dance (one more for the list). Talk about putting the washing machine into overdrive.<BR/><BR/>At some point and tiem the flu mades its rounds with the rest of the family. I alone escaped the reverened bow before the alter (that does not mean I was left unscathed). I have only lost my lunch once in the past 10 years. I usually hold out for 4-5 year spans. Is that a good thing or bad, I haven't decided.<BR/><BR/>What a blessing it is when a child is old enough to make it to the bathroom on their own, before it's too late.Lylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03260672421125052182noreply@blogger.com