And there it was, floating in the tub...

Tonight was a normal night. Hanging out with Rusty, feeding him dinner, and then, after some major play time, I was ready to put him to bed. We have a routine. We give him a bath, put on his pjs, brush his teeth, and then put him down. Tonight I was solo, since Kevin had a church meeting, but it wasn't a big deal. Until bath time, that is.

There Rusty was, splashing away. He LOVES his baths, and I had already soaped him up and washed him down, so he was happily playing with all of his bath toys. I was picking up the towel off of the floor and heard him grunt, and thought, "Oh no." I knew that grunt, it was NOT a grunt I wanted to hear while he was in the bathtub!

I looked up and there it was, floating in the tub...a little piece of poop. Yep, that's right, my son had POOED in the BATHTUB! He was grinning away, and I quickly snatched him up before he could reach for it...doesn't that seem like something a baby would do? And especially my boy, who doesn't normally put things in his mouth...I could just see him reaching for it and, oh, I can't even say it! I had him stand on a towel while I figured out what to do. I scooped it up with a cup and flushed it down the toilet, then emptied the tub and rinsed the boy off.

I took him and got him dressed in his pjs, put him to bed, and then went and scooped up all of the toys, his bathmat, everything in the tub and threw them in a super hot, sudsy washer load. YUCK! I have the bathtub marinating in the eucalyptus bath cleaning scrub that I love right now.

My mom likes to tell a story of how I pooed in the tub when I was a baby...I guess this is only payback!