So the other day Hadlee and Miss Baby were taking a bath. I was checking on them literally every 30 seconds while I did other stuff. My husband was quite confused why I went in there 10 times in 5 minutes. Hadlee is quite vocal in the bathtub, constantly singing or playing with her toys, so I wasn't to concerned that anything would happen without me hearing about it, and I was only 10 feet away at most. But while I wasn't in there, Hadlee started yelling for me. I bolted over, terrified that something had happened. Something had happened indeed.
Floating in the bathwater were turds. Yup. Poop. In the tub.
I immediately tried to remove Hadlee from the tub. I was quite sure that it was Miss Baby that had used the bathtub as a toilet, and thought it was disgusting that Hadlee was sitting in someone else's feces water.
Our conversation went something like this:
Rachel: Hadlee, get out now! Here is your towel.
Hadlee: I didn't do it! It was the BABY!
Rachel: I know, GET OUT!
Hadlee: But it wasn't me! It was the BABY!
Rachel: Yeah, I know, the baby pooped, now GET OUT!
Hadlee: But the baby did it, I didn't poop!
Rachel: Hadlee, I know you didn't poop, the baby did, and you are sitting in it and that is disgusting, now GET OUT!!!!
Hadlee: Fine.
Apparently me taking her out of the tub first was like accusing her of pooping in the tub. Like she was in trouble. If it were me I would have jumped out of the tub as fast as I could, I guess she thought I should just take the turds out and bathtime should continue uninterrupted.
She finally got out, then I took Miss Baby out of the tub. I tried to get her to stay in the bathroom, but since I also had to empty the bathtub I didn't exactly succeed. I fished the floaters (good news, Miss Baby must be getting enough fiber, at least that is what I learned in the Prairie Primer) out of the tub with toilet paper. I missed one by a little bit and got some on MY THUMB! GROSS!
So I finally get all of it out, and have to wait for the tub to drain, which apparently takes a little while. As soon as it gets empty I start refilling it so I can wash the girls from head to toe to make sure they are at least mildly sanitary after the last debacle. I put Hadlee in the tub and then go to get Miss Baby. Who was standing right outside the doorway of the bathroom. Peeing on the carpet.
Floating in the bathwater were turds. Yup. Poop. In the tub.
I immediately tried to remove Hadlee from the tub. I was quite sure that it was Miss Baby that had used the bathtub as a toilet, and thought it was disgusting that Hadlee was sitting in someone else's feces water.
Our conversation went something like this:
Rachel: Hadlee, get out now! Here is your towel.
Hadlee: I didn't do it! It was the BABY!
Rachel: I know, GET OUT!
Hadlee: But it wasn't me! It was the BABY!
Rachel: Yeah, I know, the baby pooped, now GET OUT!
Hadlee: But the baby did it, I didn't poop!
Rachel: Hadlee, I know you didn't poop, the baby did, and you are sitting in it and that is disgusting, now GET OUT!!!!
Hadlee: Fine.
Apparently me taking her out of the tub first was like accusing her of pooping in the tub. Like she was in trouble. If it were me I would have jumped out of the tub as fast as I could, I guess she thought I should just take the turds out and bathtime should continue uninterrupted.
So I finally get all of it out, and have to wait for the tub to drain, which apparently takes a little while. As soon as it gets empty I start refilling it so I can wash the girls from head to toe to make sure they are at least mildly sanitary after the last debacle. I put Hadlee in the tub and then go to get Miss Baby. Who was standing right outside the doorway of the bathroom. Peeing on the carpet.
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