As Conall was eating his Frosty from Wendy's and very excitedly feeling better (he is running around the house and jumping), I was giving Caitlin a bath. Stu was eating dinner and I was walking back and forth from the living room to the bathroom with my hamburger.
I walked out of the bathroom to get a sip of my drink when Caitlin started screaming. I thought maybe she was upset that I'd walked out of the room (she's done that before). Nope, she had pooped in the tub. And, not just a little bit. There was poop from one end of the tub to the other. Luckily, it was mostly solid.
I had to shut the bathroom door, wrap Caitlin in a towel and fight Conall from coming in to see the poop. Finally, I had the presence of mind to scream at Stu for help (he was in the living room eating -- he had heard me say she'd pooped and seemed unconcerned) as I was scooping poop out of the tub with a paper cup, Caitlin was crying and shivering, and Conall was happily screaming about the poop.
Stu got Caitlin out and kept Conall out while I joyfully bleached, scrubbed, sanitized, and rinsed. I had just bleached and scrubbed everything this morning from the post- puke bath last night. Still, when it rains it pours. I wonder what is next tonight? Optimism has failed me.
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I wonder what it is about water....???
You've got me -- I used to think it was the warm water relaxing her, but then she pooped in your baby pool. I don't have a clue. It really upset her this time, though.
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