Ahhhhh bath time. 15 minutes of wrestling with a soaking wet, soapy, splashing, toy throwing baby. While making sure they don't drown.
Today I was going about my day, cleaning, pulling weeds, playing with baby. She had some lunch which involved yogurt, so then it was time for a bath.
Usually I take her in the room to change her out of her outfit and check her diaper before we go into the bathroom. But, alas, things did not go as planned and I got distracted. Rubber ducky made his way into the tub and as it was filling I started undressing the baby with one hand while swatting the dog away with the other.
Check water temp. Jammies off (yes, if uou are keeping track she was still in jams at lunchtime.) Add soap. Throw toys in. Check water. Take off diaper. Holy shit. There's a shit. There is a mushy poo squished in her butt. I have no wipes, water running, a naked baby, and a dog with no boundaries when it comes to personal space.
I knock the toilet paper roll off of the counter (because of course it isn't on the holder) try to wipe most of the poo off with the diaper. Then start fiddling around with the TP roll, shoo the dog, ball up TP, scoop up crawling baby, is there poop on me, poop. Why? Poop.
I managed to escape the whole fiasco untainted by bodily excretions. Into the tub she went. I will never be caught of guard like that again. Rookie mistake.
Normally when I am on my bath game I:
Shauna Hyler, mommy of two beautiful girls! Working, blogging, and adventuring with the hubby and my sweet girls.