June 22, 2009

  • Inevitability

    It was bound to happen.  I thought we were safe.  I thought we'd somehow passed the ominous possibility.  But . . . tonight, my friends, my little girl pooped in the bath tub.  It was the first time she had done it.  We miraculously escaped infant/newborn nasty poop.  We've avoided all of it . . . until tonight.

    She was in the bath and I was in the sink area, washing my face.  She was really quiet.  J walked in and saw her squatting and said "what are you doing?" and she stood up, looked down and saw 3 turds in the water.

    She absolutely lost her friggin' mind.  I mean, she really freaked.  She started crying and screaming.  She couldn't get out of the tub fast enough.  My husband is trying so hard not to laugh and trying to wrangle her at the same time.

    I grabbed a towel and hugged her.  I kept telling her it was ok.  I told her: "everyone poops.  Mom poops, dad poops.  Grandma and grandpa poops."

    She looked up to me and said, "And Sara too?" (Sara is my parents' DOG.)

    I said, "Yes, especially Sara.  She poops too." 

    She seemed to be ok after that.  I just kept her busy until J cleaned the tub and gave it a good lysol rinsing.  It took her 5 minutes to get up the nerve to go back in the tub again. 

    Come to think of it, she probably hasn't seen her own poop and it really just freaked her out.  Poor thing!

    And J had to clean the turds out.  Happy Father's Day!  Hahaha. 

    I'll be writing this one down in her journal.