Before I was a mom, I would have never believed how much time and energy a person could spend on poop. I have seen groups of moms get on the topic for hours on end. I have personally cheered when Jack filled his diaper after a bout of constipation and I have more than once discovered that I was unknowingly wearing poop on my clothing. With this said, I am going to tell you my latest poop dillemma. If you are adverse to hearing about fecal matter in your free time than I suggest you stop reading.
Babyham had developed a penchant for pooping in the bathtub. It started a few weeks ago when he was a little sick and the poor thing just couldn't help it. I was totally horrified. I sprayed him off and disinfected the tub. The next day, same thing. Except this time Jack was in the tub with him when it happened and Jack was understandably even more horrified. Now we rarely have a bath without a bowel movement.
The problem is that now Jack REFUSES to bathe with Abe and although I can't really blame him for being scarred, it creates some logistical problems. We have to do totally seperate baths now and I am so sick of bleaching out the tub after every bath!
Today I decided that I would wait until right after he pooped in his diaper before I gave him a bath. I sat in the bathroom reading a magazine while Babyham played in the water. Jack walked in and said, "Mom, why are there blueberries is baby's bath?" Needless to say, those weren't blueberries. Seriously, how many times a day can one tiny human poop? I honestly wonder if he has developed some kind of a Pavlovian response to bathing.
Maybe its time to switch to showers, Babyham.