Parenthood, I know, definitely gets messy. Take for instance tonight.
Sophia gave us little clues of what we were about to find when we took her out of the high chair after dinner. She had her bottle, we had meatball subs.
At the dinner table she happily played peek-a-boo with us by lifting up a portion of the tray and then putting it down. When we were done and ready to clean up I took the dishes to the sink and Anthony went to get Sophia out of the high chair.
"Let's check that diaper, baby girl," he said before lifting her out of the seat.
Oh there'd be no need to check. There it was coming out of the left side of her diaper and on the side of her leg.
"Oh my," I said.
"What? What is it," Anthony asked.
Look at her leg.
"Oh gosh," Anthony replied.
Straight to the bathtub it was.
Anthony put her in the tub to undress her before even starting the water. I followed to help and he brought in the diaper genie to dispose of the mess.
Then I looked at his arm.
"Anthony! There's poop on your arm. You need to take a shower."
He asked, "are you sure." He meant well of it, meaning he wanted to help me.
But I could handle it.
"No I'm sure."
I finished cleaning up Sophia's bottom before running the bath and then started the water. After the bath when she was all clean and dressed I proceeded to check the rest of the house to be sure there was nothing.
The only tracing of it was in her high chair. That was then hosed down, disinfected and cleaned.
Yikes!
Now, I know this is a gross story to share. Believe me, I don't like to be "that mom" who has to discuss her child's bathroom activity. But throughout all that mess and disruption, Sophia didn't get cry, didn't cranky, didn't make a fuss.
She just went with the flow and just continued to enjoy our company with her even though it was in a cold bathtub wiping loads of you-know-what off her bottom and leg. We as parents are meant to teach her lessons. But she taught me a lesson tonight.
She reminded me that there's not much you can do when life gets messy. But you can't let a little mess spoil your fun.
Sophia gave us little clues of what we were about to find when we took her out of the high chair after dinner. She had her bottle, we had meatball subs.
At the dinner table she happily played peek-a-boo with us by lifting up a portion of the tray and then putting it down. When we were done and ready to clean up I took the dishes to the sink and Anthony went to get Sophia out of the high chair.
"Let's check that diaper, baby girl," he said before lifting her out of the seat.
Oh there'd be no need to check. There it was coming out of the left side of her diaper and on the side of her leg.
"Oh my," I said.
"What? What is it," Anthony asked.
Look at her leg.
"Oh gosh," Anthony replied.
Straight to the bathtub it was.
Anthony put her in the tub to undress her before even starting the water. I followed to help and he brought in the diaper genie to dispose of the mess.
Then I looked at his arm.
"Anthony! There's poop on your arm. You need to take a shower."
He asked, "are you sure." He meant well of it, meaning he wanted to help me.
But I could handle it.
"No I'm sure."
I finished cleaning up Sophia's bottom before running the bath and then started the water. After the bath when she was all clean and dressed I proceeded to check the rest of the house to be sure there was nothing.
The only tracing of it was in her high chair. That was then hosed down, disinfected and cleaned.
Yikes!
Now, I know this is a gross story to share. Believe me, I don't like to be "that mom" who has to discuss her child's bathroom activity. But throughout all that mess and disruption, Sophia didn't get cry, didn't cranky, didn't make a fuss.
She just went with the flow and just continued to enjoy our company with her even though it was in a cold bathtub wiping loads of you-know-what off her bottom and leg. We as parents are meant to teach her lessons. But she taught me a lesson tonight.
She reminded me that there's not much you can do when life gets messy. But you can't let a little mess spoil your fun.
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