It was a harried evening without a husband. I was finishing up two loads of laundry. We had just finished dinner. I was bathing the baby because we had spaghetti. I was trying to sew on cub scout patches. We were getting ready to head-out to scouts...all of us. At bedtime. But this is life in a busy family that includes big kids and little kids. So, in order to finish up some chores I left Sarah in charge of Max who was in the tub. He was already bathed, but playing happily. Then I heard the famous, "Mooooommmmm!" And then I saw the tub. And the poop. Like all my kids, Max had his first bath with a poop. All the kids came running. All the kids thought it was hilarious! I attempted to drain the tub, clean the tub, rewash the baby, all before Max ingested too much water from the bath toys and washcloth. And then I hurried about the other chores and out the door.
When relaying the story to my laughing husband his first question was, "Did you get the movie camera?"
And that is why I am a mom and he is a dad.
2 comments:
That's a fun one! The memories come flooding back...
So I know I'm way behind on this one (and I firmly resolve to blog more in the coming year too, because I realize I'm *forgetting* all the wonderful things that are happening in our lives!) but I just had to say, doesn't it ALWAYS happen when you're on your own? I think out of all the bathtub poops we've had in our home, and there have been quite a few, probably 90% happened when Francois was gone!
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