Apr
09
Before I begin I’ll refer you to Monday’s Warning.
I didn’t write a post about this when it happened because I was studying for the bar (the first time). Friday’s shower incident reminded me of it so I thought I’d share it now, because it is an even better poop story.
Eleanor had just started taking her baths in the big tub. I joined her in the tub so that she felt comfortable and didn’t fall over. We were just about to get out when I noticed that the water was looking a little murky. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. Eleanor had pooped in the tub that I was sitting in!
I stood up and handed her off to Josh so that I could drain the tub and wash myself off before taking care of her. But, unfortunately, she wasn’t done.
Let me digress a moment so that you can all get a more complete picture of exactly what was happening to us. At the time, she was still about eighty percent breastfed and twenty percent pureed veggies, so imagine the consistency of her poop. It was not like Friday where I could just pick up a nice mostly solid piece of poop out of the shower. This was more like watery toothpaste. Great for the tub, since it could wash down the drain. But as Josh held her at arm’s length over the bathmat, things only got worse.
I yelled for him to lift her over the toilet, but in transit, poop hit the floor, the bathmat, and the toilet seat. I think it was the most we had ever seen her poop, and it was everywhere! I suspect that she had purposefully saved it up for just this opportunity. But, now that I have posted it on the internet for posterity, I will have my revenge when she is a teenager and her friends find our blog archives.
Parenthood is the best!
Apr
06
WARNING!
The following post may offend the delicate sensibilities of some of our readers. Those of you who don’t want to read about a toddler’s bowel movements may want to look for entertainment elsewhere. I highly recommend the website with the cleverly captioned pictures of cats.
Love, Maggie
Last Thursday night I was feeling lazy and decided to skip Eleanor’s bath and just have her shower with me in the morning. I had forgotten that we had plans to go visit my sister Maria, Aunt MoMo, Friday morning. It always takes much longer for me to get us both ready at the same time so I was trying to move as quickly as possible that morning. I rushed Eleanor through breakfast and got us both into the shower as soon as she finished eating. I was in such a hurry that I neglected to consider the fact that Eleanor poops shortly after eating her first meal of the day. I think you all can see where this story is going.
I had just stepped out of the shower, hung up my towel, and turned around to pick up Eleanor, when I saw something on the floor of the shower behind her. As I realized what it was, I groaned aloud making Eleanor back away from me stepping right into the poop. I immediately grabbed her up to run her to her changing table where I could use some baby wipes to clean her up. As I was heading to her room, I realized that I was still completely naked and that I had left the blinds in her room open. So I instead brought her to the towel I had laid out for her on my bed and wrapped her in it while I got some clothes on. I ended up with a shower to clean up and a poopy towel to wash. This was one of those days where I realize that we could never live in an apartment without a washer and dryer. I can only imagine a basket full of poop-covered clothes and no quarters in the house.
In retrospect I should have just taken the poop out of the shower and cleaned her up in there because, you know, it’s a shower, but obviously my brain wasn’t working properly at the time.
This reminds me of a much better poop story, but unfortunately we’re out of time for today. I’ll be sure to get to Part Two later this week.
