Taking the Browns to the Superbowl.
Baking Brownies
Take your pick... OR even add more. The point of this post is that Poop does not end up in the bathtub!
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| That is not poop on his face... It's chocolate cookie dough. |
You're probably thinking, "Gross." I agree with you.
So this morning was delightfully peaceful and even a bit productive. I managed to make my son and I some omelets for breakfast and he was having a fun time feeding himself with a real fork. I loved his face when I was bringing the Omelet to the table. He knew exactly what it was and he was giddy with excitement, he even had some baby chatter to go with it. We didn't need an interpreter. He said, "Ohhh yay! I've been wanting one of these since the last one! Let's get this in my belly as fast as we can!!" Oh yeah. He was stoked.
As he sat at the table, I was thinking about how we have a dinner to go to tonight. My grandparent's 52nd Anniversary is today and they've invited us to celebrate with them at a local restaurant in town. I know that there's more than my family and my grandparents. As I was thinking this, I noticed Little Mister's hair and how it's getting kind of long. I thought it would be a fantastic time to cut his hair.
I cut his hair pretty regularly and have cut it since he was just a few months old. He's learned to sit there pretty still and let me go to town. Some days he's not as still as others, but we always finish! This morning he was the best he has ever been. We cut his hair in 5-10 minutes, verses the typical 20-30. Up next was the bath tub. I had filled it prior to the hair cutting, so I just plopped him right in.
While he was sitting there (and after I had soaped him all up), I swept the floor to rid it of his trimmings. Then I went into his bedroom to get his clothes that he'll wear for the day. This is where things went horribly wrong. I have to give it to him, he's a FAST pooper! I wasn't in his room for more than 30 seconds. I come back to the bathroom and find him sitting there in a bath filled with poop. NASTY! There wasn't just a little bit of poop either... *gag
Until today, I have never had to clean out a bath tub with poop. This isn't the first time he's done this, but it's the first time his dad hasn't cleaned it up. I just can't handle this. I start gagging and dry heaving. I am not a bathtub pooper cleaner upper. So the first thing I did? I texted the hubby, "Any tips for cleaning this up?" His first tip? "Don't throw up." Thanks. I actually had the turdlings picked up before he even gave me any advice. Up next... I doused it with bleach. Then I rinsed it as best as I could and then proceeded to give the Little Mister a second bath. It may have been a diluted bleach bath... unintentionally. I just kind of freaked out when I noticed he had poop on his feet. So I hurried with the bleach part and rinsing as fast as I could.
So... Tips for not experiencing this again anytime soon?
1. Fast Baths are a MUST!
2. If your kid actually has a pretty regular pooping schedule, suck it up and give him a bath after the first "dookie." (As my brother calls it.)
3. You could forego all of this and have your significant other bathe the kid. That way if there's a mess... they have to clean it up.
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