I decided against two posts in a row featuring a photo of a toilet. Last night, I gave Little Miss a bath. Her new favorite thing is to splash, splash, splash. We still bathe her in the toddler tub even though she could use the big tub. I have to get a bath mat though. So, she's sitting in the toddler tub. She grabs my hand and stands. Then, she steps out of the toddler tub into the big tub, grabs the side... and poops. POOPS! I knew from the look on her face what was going on, but I didn't want to move her because it would have been worse. Meanwhile, Husband was laughing and laughing and laughing. Not helpful. After he caught his breathe, I had him take Little Miss while I cleaned and bleached.
I'm actually pretty happy she got out of the toddler tub to do her business because the bath was salvaged. Husband brought her back into the bathroom when it was sanitized. She looked at me and went, "HA!" I only wish I was joking. So, I plunked her in the toddler tub again and we started over.
Is this what everyone means when they say life is never boring after you have a child?
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