Though I'm sure you won't believe me, I really was going to post about something else for a change. Really, I've had a draft regarding playgroups and play dates in the works for about 3 days now. But sometimes you gotta strike while the iron is hot, or in this case, the poop.
There's really no way to sugar coat this one, so I'm just going to come out with it. 2 words, baby...bathtub poop. It was a first. Truly, poor baby obviously wasn't feeling well. Truly, Mediocre Mama isn't feeling so great after cleaning it up, either.
I have decided to spare you the awful details and attempting to leave much up to your overactive imaginations. Trust me, not only do I not want to write about this one, I am considering partial brain lobotomy to get rid of the memory myself.
But I do pose but one question. How do you soak bath toys for disinfecting? If you say put them in a basin with water and ammonia or bleach, you'd be wrong. You see, that's what I thought, too. But think about it...these toys are inherently designed to float. So even if you do soak them, really you're only cleaning half of them. And try though I might to turn the rubber duckie upside down, that cricker just kept popping up for air.
Note to self, invest in rubber gloves. Alright, going to contemplate throwing up now.
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Time for new bath toys...and rubber gloves...
It's happened to us, too - MORE THAN ONCE. J man knows he can only take a few toys in the tub each time he bathes - and that's exactly why. Though bath toys are probably the LEAST expensive toys out there, it's not fun having to replace them several times in a matter of weeks.
I feel your pain. Somehow I'm always the one who gets the job of cleaning the tub afterwards. Not a fun experience. I, however, have MANY pairs of rubber gloves on hand at all times =)
To quote my father... "every conversation I have with you turns to shit, either literally or figuratively." Miss you! Though, I feel closer to the Birds than every before reading your little monster's poop stories... :)
Christine,
I miss you too. Unfortunately I miss my other two friends named Christine, so I'll assume that you're the one I like the best right now. If you don't know whether you're the one I like best, ask yourself this question...when's the last time you wrote me a check for $500?
Oh, it's not you? Perhaps you'll think about that the next time you forget to write me a check for $500.
MM
Oh man. Brilliantly put. But oh man. On that note, I remember having a bath with a younger boy (ok I was, like, 5) and he stood up and in a fit of glee decided to pee all over me.
what's worse? well, at least I can say I lowered my purity points for having had a "golden shower." What's being pooed on? A "cholcolate mudslide?" Minus 20 points right there, baby....btw, does being pooed/peed on by your own offspring count? Anyone? Anyone?
Haggis: I believe that a "Cleveland Steamer" is the correct term.
MM: I'm amazed that you only just got your first deuce in the tub. May I assume that it was a loose stool, hence all your whining? We've had several instances where the warm waters worked their magic, but they were also pretty clean drops. In my opinion, as long as the toys and children are removed from the water immediately (kind of like the rule about eating food dropped on the floor), I don't worry too much about the rampant spreading of the fecal germs. My sister reminded me the other night that my recently departed father once made her remove one of my deposits from a bath we were sharing. Good times!
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