BOOK REVIEW: What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You?

Today is my youngest son’s birthday. He is nineteen. He’s filled my heart with more joy than I ever imagined possible and continues to do so, but he was one dreadfully difficult child to potty train. On one particularly bad day during his potty training years (no not months…years), I remember someone telling me not to worry because he “certainly won’t go off to college in diapers.” I didn’t find my friend’s attempt at levity amusing. Perhaps it was because I was, at the time, preoccupied with cleaning my three year old’s poop from under my fingernails, but as it turns out she was right. Jared is headed to college this fall and he is indeed a “super-dooper-pooper” wearing big boy pants (has been for a while now).

Between primary lactose intolerance, several cases of roto virus and the potty training experience from hell, my kids’ poop has been a MAJOR source of angst. I REALLY could have used a poop survival guide back then. Heck the sheer volume and variety of poop a normal baby produces is enough to drive new parents to drink. Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so because a couple of guys actually took the time to write a book about it. Seriously. It’s called What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? and lucky for you, the folks publishing it reached out and asked me to review it. Check out this excerpt from the email they sent me.

Dear Antoinette,

Your blog Just Another Ordinary Day is not only inspiring to parents everywhere, but it is humorous and full of useful tid-bits! That’s why we think you will love Josh Rickman and Dr. Anish Sheth’s book What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You?

Not to toot my own horn, but this is not the first time I have been solicited for a book review. I’m kinda famous (for a blogger, which reminds me, don’t forget to scroll to the footer and vote for me). Anyway, every so often publishers will solicit me for book reviews, but I think I got this particular gig because, as the mother of boys, I tend to write a lot about farts and everybody knows where there are farts there’s poop. Funny thing is, even though I write a lot about radical liberal feminists (a.k.a. wackadoodles), nobody from Simon and Schuster reached out with a request for me to review Hard Choices. Hmmm. 

Anyway, before writing What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? Josh Richman and Anish Sheth, MD collaborated on the wildly popular What’s Your Poo Telling You? and What’s My Pee Telling Me?  With three books about excrement to their credit, you have to wonder what sort of fraternity hazing or potty training experiences provoked these guys to spend so much time thinking about poop. Whatever it is, I’m glad they found a way to turn a bizarre obsession into an entertaining and educational read. Seriously, I couldn’t put it down. It’s a funny, forthcoming fount of fecal facts.

What's your baby's poo telling youWhether you’re already a parent or you’re about to become one, What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? is a must-read. It is an engaging, humorous and insightful go-to guide designed to help parents decipher the oft confusing messages contained in baby poop. The fact is, your baby’s bowel movements can tell you what your baby can’t, but only if you figure out how to “crack” the code.  What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? does just that: cracks the poop code. It is a fascinating handbook of how the characteristics of your baby’s poop (color, consistency, smell and more) can help answer the plethora of questions that plague every parent.

  • Is my baby alright? Is something wrong?
  • Why are there seeds in my baby’s poop?
  • Is it safe to change my baby’s diaper when I’m wearing a silk blouse?
  • Will my baby get into an Ivy League college?
  • And more. (Okay, but not the college thing.)

Parents examining, analyzing and ruminating over their babies’ poop is a time honored tradition. Through humor, anecdotes, insights and fact What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? covers everything you ever wanted to know about baby poop, but were afraid (or too embarrassed) to ask. Trust me, whether you’re already a parent or about to become one, What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? is for you.

Want your own copy of What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? Complete the contest entry below and tell me why. Two winners will be selected to receive a free copy of What’s Your Baby’s Poo Telling You? directly from Avery and Gotham Books. Contest deadline July 31, 2014.







In the Spirit of Beating a Dead Horse

In the spirit of beating a dead horse let’s revisit Hillary Rodham Clinton on marriage and motherhood:

I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do was to fulfill my profession which I entered before my husband was in public life.

But I know the truth. See, the real reason why liberal radical feminists like Hillary Rodham Clinton assault those of us who choose motherhood is because they’re simply not qualified for the job. Period.

And She Wants to Be President…

I saw the quote below by HRC this morning. It struck a nerve when I first heard it, as a new mother and housewife back in 1992, and more than two decades later it still makes me irritable.

I have no problem with a woman choosing to pursue a career outside the home or choosing to juggle the responsibilities of home and professional life. What I resent is radical, liberal utlra-feminists (a.k.a the false prophets of feminism), who consider themselves superior to those of us who choose to dedicate ourselves to fulfilling the vocation of full-time mother and housewife (dirty words, I know). I resent a woman, deemed by many as worthy of running for President of the United States of America, who trivializes motherhood, reducing it to “baking cookies and having teas.” And liberals have the audacity to accuse conservatives of waging a war on women?

Hillary Rodham Clinton on marriage and motherhood:

“I suppose I could have stayed home and baked cookies and had teas, but what I decided to do was to fulfill my profession which I entered before my husband was in public life.”

That explains why it took her a village. It’s obvious Hillary Rodham Clinton is an elitist and an ultra-feminist who believes women who stay at home to raise their kids and serve their husbands are wasting their lives. Remember this in 2016. I certainly will.


Dontcha Know There’s Hope for the Future

The majority of 19 to 34 year-olds in this country are healthier than older citizens. It’s not a generalization. It’s a fact. It’s also a fact they balance insurance risk pools, which is why in order for Obamacare to succeed, young, spry, healthy people need to enroll, pay premiums and essentially subsidize the healthcare costs incurred by the majority of the marketplace: older or sicker folks who often have expensive medical needs and participants receiving free government benefits. In other words if Obamacare survives, the millennial generation will shoulder the bulk of the financial burden associated with healthcare. Dontcha know that’s what makes it affordable for everybody else? Yeah. Thank you, POTUS, for another opportunity to share responsibility.

At least for now, the freedom to choose whether or not to participate remains intact. Of course, there are “consequences” for not maintaining “essential” insurance coverage, but even so, millennials continue to opt out. Obamcare is plenty flawed, but the fact that young, healthy people are so critical to its success is what’s making it such a hard sell to those same young, healthy people.

You’d think it would be easy to convince a bunch “knuckleheads” that paying hundreds of dollars in premiums for services they neither need nor want is a fiscally wiser choice than simply making the cheaper Shared Responsibility Payment. The problem is they’re NOT a bunch of knuckleheads. In fact, if you consider the top four reasons revealed in a recent study on the cost of insurance for young adults, you’ll see millennials are pretty darn savvy in their approach to making healthcare choices.

  1. Most young adults are in the healthy majority.
  2. Being healthy does not entitle you to a breaks on the cost of insurance premiums.
  3. Emergencies don’t necessarily cost less with insurance.
  4. Based on calculated risks for the healthy majority of young people, being uninsured is five times cheaper than being insured.

Clearly young Americans are not (as some people would have us believe) passive, uninformed, helpless, irresponsible, incompetent knuckleheads who don’t know one end of a knife from the other. Call me crazy, but it seems when you make sweeping generalizations that “disparage an entire generation on national television” (Patrick Kane), you tend to piss them off.

Dontcha know when you try to persuade people to do something they don’t want to do, you ought to avoid insulting them? And dontcha know, when a philosophy major at the University of Colorado at Boulder defects to the right, there’s hope for the future? 

Patrick Kane, you are my hero.

© 2014 Just Another Ordinary Day by Antoinette D. Datoc

Welcome to the Bieberhood

There’s a good chance I might run into Justin Bieber at Publix this weekend because he moved into my neighborhood. Okay, so maybe not exactly my neighborhood, but definitely my neck of the woods. He signed a three-month lease on Dallas Austin’s iconic mansion   and quietly moved in last week because, you know, he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself or anything while he’s house hunting in Buckhead. Because living in a place that looks more like the Star Ship Enterprise than an actual house isn’t conspicuous or anything.

Dallas Austin mansionEvidently the Biebs has decided it’s time to make the leap from teeny bopper to hip-hopper and since there’s no better place in which to do it than the hip-hop-hot-bed of the universe, he’s moved back. Yes, moved back – he lived in Atlanta briefly years ago when he first moved to the United States. For the record, when I wrote Justin Bieber. Go Home. a few months ago, I meant Canada. Moral of the story: Be careful what you ask for.

Anyway, I’m typically not the type who gets all googly and star-struck around pop stars, but for some obscene reason, I felt compelled to drive by the place on my way to the grocery store the other day. Now, I don’t know much about record producer, Dallas Austin (other than, and I’m guessing here, he’s from Texas) but I can tell you this. I drove by this house everyday for more than a decade during my carpooling days and never once did I see so much as a tourist with a disposable camera in the vicinity when Dallas Austin lived there.

Since the Biebs moved in, there have been helicopters flying overhead and a posse of “paps” hanging around the front gate, ostensibly waiting for a glimpse of Mr. Bieber. (By the way, in case you’re wondering “paps” is short for paparazzi – those of us who mingle at Publix with the…ahem…celebs abbreviate it that way.)

Rumor has it, “J. Bizzle” is shopping for a home in the Sandy Springs-Buckhead area, which means there really is a decent chance I’ll bump into him at Publix one of these shirt justin bieber Since I’m not the type who gets all googly and star-struck around pop stars, I won’t be asking for an autograph and certainly I won’t be asking him to pose for a selfie with me at the deli counter. No sirree. But if I run into Justin Bieber you can bet I’ll tell him to put on a shirt, pull up his pants, turn his cap around and to behave like a decent human being. Cuz in Atlanta, dat’s how we roll.

And then I’ll say, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

© 2014 Just Another Ordinary Day by Antoinette Datoc