by - Thursday, September 08, 2011

It had to happen sometime.  After all this talk about how such a relaxing and special time it was to take a nice, warm bubble bath with my daughter it.  finally.  happened.  Sofia pooped in the tub.  She didn't poop just once, but twice.  Back to back nights.  And you know what?  I'm okay with it.

I really didn't think I'd be okay squatting over my freshly drawn bath with a plastic cup fishing for pieces of yellow turds, but alas, here we are.  I can't wait to tell her about this when she's just old enough to be embarrassed.  I'll tell her about how red her face got as she was pushing it out.  I'll tell her how the moment I looked into her eyes and realized what she was doing I just started busting up laughing at her telling her "no no no no... not right no... ohhhhh my gosh... here we go..."  I LAUGHED while YOU POOPED.  Do any of you remember the last time your mother was two feet in front of your face holding on to you while you took a crap in your bathtub?  I have that memory.  So does she.  

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  1. hahahahahahahaha oh my gosh.


    i know you probably wish sofia would stop growing so quickly, as most parents do, but i'm so excited to watch her grow up on here :) and of course, read more stories like this.