Call of Dooty

When my kids were babies I breastfed them exclusively. Thus, their poop (or "dooty" as I call it) didn't ever stink. Well, not until they started eating food anyway. That was just one of the perks of breastfeeding. When my grandson, Brayden, was born it was the same. He was, for the most part, breastfed and I don't recall him yet having a stinky diaper. But, stinky or not, I made it my goal to never change a "dooty diaper" if I could avoid it. Let's face it, boys are just harder to clean up; too many nooks and crannies. I used to have a baby boy. I know. So, it became a little goal of mine and I was determined to go as long as I could without changing a single dirty diaper. And it lasted... for 12 whole weeks.

Brayden Mason

When B's mommy, Lisa (my daughter) returned to work 12 weeks after his birth, I offered to watch him for her. Hallelujah! What a deal. I waited for so long to get this grand baby I was in heaven at the idea of playing this role in his life.  Besides, I was already head-over-heels in love with him.


When the day arrived for my daughter to bring over the "supplies" I would need, I hadn't quite counted on a case of pint-sized disposable diapers to be included. What was I thinking? Of course I needed diapers. It had finally hit me. "I'm gonna have to start changing some dooty diapers now! Ugh and Yuk." My winning streak just ended by answering the Call of Dooty. But ya know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. Our "dooty times" have been some of the sweetest moments between my grandson and me. While I do the changing, he spends most of the time smiling up and gooing at Gramma. It's so precious my heart usually sheds a few tears of joy. 

I love this little boy in ways I have never known before. And I am so blessed to be in a position to care for him while his mommy must work. I have to say I am proud and happy to have answered the call.  And now I wonder if I'll always think "my grand baby's dooty don't stink"? But I know it won't. That would be a little too optimistic.