The Tao of Poo

The Tao that can be spoken is not the eternal Tao
The name that can be named is not the eternal name
The nameless is the origin of Heaven and Earth
The named is the mother of myriad things
Thus, constantly without desire, one observes its essence
Constantly with desire, one observes its manifestations
These two emerge together but differ in name
The unity is said to be the mystery
Mystery of mysteries, the door to all wonders

From The Tao Te Ching

 

Poo is certainly a topic that fascinates new parents (and something I've written about before on LWL). It's size, it's shape, it's color, it's frequency. The sheer joy when it comes, the utter sorrow when it doesn't. Regardless of your country, your culture, or your creed, kids certainly open the door (their bottom door, so to speak) to this bountiful world of wonder and mystery.

Livi the Jedi. "May the Force be with you Mommy."

With Livi's new Formula 1 diet however, she has been pooing way less frequently. Formula apparently clogs up the plumbing. But what we lost in poo, we gained in pee.  Pee though, is far less impressive. It's often clear, stinky, and let's face it... a bit boring. It doesn't have nearly as many subtle intricacies, nuances, or character even as it's darker cousin poo. But fear not! Like Yellowstone's spouting Old Faithful, Livi's poo builds and erupts with fury once a day, usually in the late evening. You can almost set your watch by it. And with it comes more timeless wonder and mystery: "OMG! How the ____ did you do that Livi?!"

Do not wake the sleeping dragon.