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Warning:  This may get a little gross.  It involves poop.  If you’re a senstive person, I suggest skipping this post.  Remember, I warned you!

Bathtime.

Usually, I give M the bath, then we fill the tub and she asks for her daddy so they can play with the water.  While they are playing, I go to the other restroom to take my nightly shower.

While getting ready for my shower, I suddenly hear Hubby, “Oh no!  M!”

I run to the other restroom and Hubby tells me, “She pooped!”

Hubby said he was looking at something on his phone while she was playing in the water, suddenly he hears her say, “Oh no!”  When he looked, there was poop in the water!

It was one of those situations where you just didn’t know where to start.  It just seemed like such an overwhelming task.

Hubby opted to take M to the other bathroom and clean her off there while I had to deal with the mess.  Lucky me.

I did what any mother had to do.  I put on a pair of gloves and started scooping.  Yes.  I went poop fishing..

Thank God for job experience.. my previous job working in a bacteriology lab for a veterinary diagostics lab really toughened me up for stuff like this.  When you get colon samples from various animals and the smell can just take over the lab, a little poop in a bathtub seems like nothing. 

I rinsed everything out as much as I could, but it just didn’t feel good enough.

The next day, I filled the tub with water and added bleach.  I soaked the tub and the toys in this bleach water for about half an hour.  Then, I took the toys and soaked them again in soap.  I also scrubbed down the bathtub with my vinegar/dish soap mix. 

So that was our little adventure.. I knew that poop during bathtime was something that could definitely happen.  I always thought it would happen when M was much younger. 

Share your adventures in parenting in the comments!  I’d love to hear them!

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…when your daughter can poop in the bathtub and you can clean it up with out flinching..

True story.

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M is great at entertaining herself.  I guess it comes with the territory of being the only child.  The older she gets the better she is at playing with her toys.  She makes little scenarios with her little figurines.  She plays games with her stuffed animals.  She can sit for over an hour doing whatever she can with her Play Doh.

It’s really cute watching her play so well.

It’s also very helpful that she can entertain herself.  It allows Hubby and I to have conversations again.  It allows Hubby and I to just sit down and enjoy each other’s company. 

The other day, Hubby and I were sitting around doing our own things, M was playing in the living room.  I was working on a craft project when out of the corner of my eye, I can see M just walking back and forth, dragging varous objects with her. 

Suddenly, the walking stopped and she got quiet.  We all know that a quiet child usually means trouble, so I immediately stopped what I was doing to see what was going on. 

Much to my surprise, was lying down in a little makeshift bed she created and was watching TV.  It was so cute, I had to take a picture..

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She took a Hubby’s pillow.  The “blanket” or “sleeping bag” is a Dora the Explorer play tent. 

She was so content in that bed she made that she stayed there for a good 15 minutes just watching TV. 

At least we know she can fend for herself in needed..

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M won’t wear pants.

Seriously.  It’s a battle.

When we are going out, she will willingly wear the pants. 

But when we are at home, it’s such an ordeal.

We try to put pants on her and she immediately melts down. 

She starts to exclaim, ” Go poop!  Go poop!” or “Go pee pee!”

We take her to her potty and more often than not, she doens’t have to go.  She just uses the potty as an excuse NOT to wear the pants.

It’s not that these pants are uncomfortable.  Her jeans fit fine.  She’ll even fight pajama bottoms. 

Is this a battle that other mothers deal with?

I’d love to hear the stories…

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… you’re daughter asks for coffee with her dinner…

True story.

No.  She didn’t get any.

The end.

There is a list of books that sit by her toddler bed that must be read every night..

Go, Dogs Go!
I Will Teach My Dog A Lot of Words
Leap Frogs “Dora 1,2, 3!”
Leap Frogs book about Disney Princesses
A small book about Beauty & The Beast
I Love You Through & Through

Every night it’s, “read the book, go dogs..” then, “read the book, lot of words..” et cetera..

We have read these so many times that most times, she’s reading them to ME!

There are times when I just want to breeze through the book, skip a few pages.. or just say “not now.”

But I don’t.

For one, if I skip a page, she knows the books so well, she knows and corrects me..

Secondly, this is her routine.  She looks forward to this time.  She doesn’t know that I’m too tired.  She doesn’t realize that we’ve been reading these same six books for months and months.  She doesn’t even care that it’s the same story over and over again.  She likes it.  It’s mommy and M time. 

How could I breeze through these books when every time I turn a page, her face lights up as she recites it back to me?

How could I feel too tired to read through “Go, Dogs Go” when she and I have special actions we do during parts of the story?  It’s like we have our little inside jokes to go along with the story.

How can I brush that off like its trivial, when it’s so important to her?

So every night, I pull every little ounce of energy I have left, grab the stack of books and just power through it.

It’s tough at first, trying to have energy when I feel like I’m running on empty.  But by the time I get to the final book, I’m so glad to have that moment with her. 

What books do you read during bedtime?

The other day, M was eating a banana with Hubby.  Hubby had to tend to something, so he put the rest of the banana in the kitchen counter and told her that if she wanted more she could ask me and I would help her.

About 15 minutes later, we notice that M was holding on to her banana and just eating away..

She grabbed the banana herself and just continued eating it.. like a big girl.

I lost it.  I started crying.  It’s definitely not “hormones” in the sense that you are all thinking.. no I’m not pregnant.  I’m just so super sentimental.

Sometimes I forget how independent M can be at almost two and a half years old.  I forget that she doesn’t need me for every little thing anymore.  She’s learning how to fend for herself and she’s learning how to be independent.  It’s part of her growing process and I should be so happy for her development.  She’s grown so much in these past two and a half years, from being completely helpless to grabbing her own bananas off the kitchen counter.

Yes.  I cried.  I cried tears of happiness, nostalgia, and love.  Those are what I call the tears of a mom..


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