How Melissa and Tammy Etheridge deal with pooping in the tub
Tammy Etheridge, mom to twins Johnnie Rose and Miller Steven, 14 months, with her wife, rocker Melissa Etheridge,46, occasionally writes about motherhood on her blog. In a recent entry from late December,the 33-year-old actress discusses those interesting floaters that sometimes appear during bathtime, Christmas gifts, and more.
They like to poop in the tub, which is slowly getting to put a damper on bath time. Three times in the last five days. Inevitably, they get in the tub, and are splish-splashing…. when suddenly we will hear a little grunt, a whimper, and then a little face will pop over the tub.
If it’s Miller — his face will be full of jest and screeching joy…If it’s Johnnie Rose, she seems to understand pooping in the tub isn’t the long-run goal, and she gets sad.
Either way, though, we figured out the first time, that regardless of anyone’s feelings about the floating poop — get them BOTH out immediately. Because if you just lift out the pooper, the other twin is left with a very interesting, floating new "toy" — which they will reach for and try to "smoosh" immediately.
So bath time has a new ritual: when someone poops, I grab the pooper, and praise them and dangle them over a sink (it’s important to praise the pooping, as I don’t want the poopers to get pooping anxiety)…. and Honey [Melissa] catches the poop.
She’s such a great poop catcher — she doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she said she takes the chance to get a good look at the poop — "It’s important for a mother to have a good understanding of her child’s poop. Poop is related directly to health." Yeah. Well. She can be the poop/rock star mom. I’ll be the vacuuming/laundry mom.
And they’ve been walking for months now. MONTHS. They’re only 14 months old. People see them run around the mall, and freak out, thinking they are little robots or dolls. Yeah, I tell ‘em. They’re those new "I Poop Like A Real Baby" dolls.
Click below for Tammy’s view on Christmas presents and how time has slowed down since she’s become a mother.
I’m not buying a lot of toys for the babies’ holiday — I refuse toteach my children that once a year, in the name of a thousand-year oldmyth, we will bury them with toys and goodies that they won’t careabout anyway. They just want wooden spoons, a little pot with a lid,and some Cheerios to "stir."
They are very fond of mops, vacuums, and dusting with a rag. It’scute, but with two "helpers," my chores have expanded to being aone-hour chore, instead of a quick 15 minute clean up. But I’d havedied to have ONE "little mommy’s helper" a couple of years ago, sosuddenly, my time is no longer as important.
My time has become their time…and their time has become myeducation. I am being educated in living in the moment, loving eachbreath, laughing at the mistakes and pratfalls of life, and cheeringthem on until they can get up themselves. what valuable lessons tolearn from such angelic creatures.
Source: Tammy’s blog
Thanks to CBB reader Lisa.
















