Take 2..

So, about a week ago, I gave Evan a bath in his baby tub. It was warm. He had just eaten a big dinner, and he felt very relaxed. Very. Very. Very. Relaxed.

I had given Evan a rare treat during that bath time. I put a good deal of bubble bath in there and really filled up his baby tub. It was so full of bubbles that I couldn't see the bottom of the tub. Evan was finished with his bath, and I began to let his bathtub drain. The tub water looked pretty dirty. Brown, in fact. Then, it happened... I began to see chunks. Yes, chucks. Of poop.

By the time the bubbles and water had drained, I realized there was a good amount of poop in the bottom of the tub.

Oh, what to do??? I screamed (of course), then grabbed Evan and put him into the sink to finish washing him up. I dried him, dressed him and put him in his crib. I then had to tackle the pooped up bathtub(s) -- both the baby tub and the big tub. Oh, goodness.

So, fast forward to tonight....

You guessed it. #2. In more ways than one.

Big dinner. Warms tub. Tired baby. Bubble bath. But, this time I was hip to that boy's game! He began to push, and I grabbed him and flung him on the toilet. Just in time, because along with the flinging baby came a flinging poop -- thankfully into the toilet!

So, Jorge came to the rescue, grabbed Evan boy, sat on the toilet, while I attempted to regain my sanity.

Enjoy!

December 6, 2009 - Evan chillin' on the potty at 8 months old (no, he is not being potty trained!)