going fishing.

I have been waiting for this day for a while. I knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time. Two nights ago....I went fishing in the bathtub....fishing for doody balls. This was only the second time that Emilia has pooped in the bathtub, the first being her very first bath. That was like a little poo rocket that shot from her nether regions and in a split second it was gone. That one was fine. This one was a little more adult like. Of course I wasn't bothered by it, but I forgot and left the washcloth, that I fished them out with, on the sink....Ricky says to me....what is on the wash cloth, it looks like shit....I followed with....well, honey, it is. He was a little grossed out by that.

The story goes like this: it was a normal bathtime, like every other day, except after the actual bath, during playtime, Emilia developed some pretty fowl gas. It got a little more regular, so that really should have been my first clue to take her out and put her on our new baby potty, but no, I let her play. I was amazed that she was stacking her duckies on the top of the baby bath bottle...what skill...then all of a sudden one hand goes on the wall, one hand grabs my shirt, and 2 grunts later out comes a doody ball, a nugget, if you will.....whew, okay it was just one....then, one more grunt and here comes 4 more. Sheesh! She felt MUCH better after that. She started to take a step back and it was like slo mo....nnnnnooooooooo, don't step on the doody ball........so I quickly fished them out with the wash cloth....just in time. Hopefully, no more fishing for me!