All she wanted to do with her shoes at church is eat them, so I let her once we got home.I always hear these funny/gross mom stories that happen, and today we were able to experience the first of many. We just need to work on Brian's gag reflexes.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It Does Happen
This morning I was determined to be on time to church. So far everything was going great. I took a shower; Brian took a shower and I fed Bailey. I wanted Bailey to be clean so I was getting ready to give her a bath. I did a quick clean of the tub and started to fill it. It was going to be a quick bath because it was nearing time to leave. We were going through our normal bath routine--clean face, clean body, play with the duck, splash around. I was on to washing the hair and singing my washing the hair song. I was making lots of bubbles on Bailey's head when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I thought, "Oh, the duck must be floating around the tub." I only wish it was the duck--it was a huge turd! I immediately called for Brian to come quick. He came in the room and started to gag, but I needed his help. I had a wet, slippery Bailey, with bubbly hair, hovering over the bath water that was rapidly becoming disgusting. So we somehow had to get the turd out, rinse Bailey off, and still be on time to church. Brian pushed aside his gagging and grabbed it out of the tub with a diaper. We then proceeded to drain the tub, but off course it couldn't happen fast enough. I put Bailey on the bed covered in suds. Once the tub was empty, I held her over the tub and Brian sprayed her off with the shower head. As I was holding Bailey, she also decided to go pee on me. She was very pleased with herself and started to laugh and smile. I just decided to go with the flow and laugh too. So needless to say, we were late for church this morning. I didn't get a picture of all the action, but here's what she wore to church today: