Poop Happens

My oh my it has been awhile since I have blogged. Your probably thinking its because Im just too busy living this fabulous life to blog. It is a fabulous life indeed but I haven't been doing ANYTHING. I have had plenty of time to share my thoughts on why I think people wear camouflage outside of the woods or my bad day that lead me to cursing out the lid to the toothpaste.

But all in all I have been kind of busy. I'm wanting to jump start a photography career so I have been taking photos of precious little chittlins with baby ducks and chicks. It will be launching soon so look for it. My daughter had a smashing first birthday party that would lead to me shooting the bull with my dad until 3 a.m. A decision I am still paying for 2 days later. I have been working on a crochet hat for a friends little stud for several weeks now and still cant get it right, which has lead me to never wanting to crochet a another day in my life! So those are important things that I have been doing and blogging has just taken a back seat. I am very sorry for that because I love it so!

Anyways, lets get started. You always hear the phrase 'shit happens,' and while this phrase is true, on many occasions, tonight was a new one for us. I have heard horror stories of parents leaving their baby diaper less and poop being the sure outcome of this choice. My brother in law told us a story, that when he was getting his daughters ready for church he left the youngest one naked for a bit. She then came into the living room with poop down her leg which puddled in her dress up shoe that she proceeded to wear around the house. I could not stop laughing!!

This had never happened to us. We prided ourselves because we had, had no poop disasters. She peed on the floor all the time but never any poop. At least until now.

It was our normal evening routine. Dinner, scream. Play, scream. Bath, scream. Ellasyns new favorite thing is to shake her head no. Which helps out a lot, except when Im telling her to not do that or if she is ready to go. It's cute so I take advantage of asking her things that I know will guarantee a head shake. So we had finished eating and took a little trip around the house in her new car before pit stopping at the bathroom for bath time. She loves bath time. I mean who doesn't? If I had someone give me a bath I would be trilled. Hell, if I could just take a bath that would make me happy.

We adjust the water, add in toys and then place Ellie in. She's splashing and splashing and poop is far from my mind until I hear it. The grunt heard around the world. I was watching her play but also doing a bit of Facebook stalking when I heard it.

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO in slow mo!

I looked down and there she was, leaning over to give room for it to happen. Looking back it is hilarious. She just leaned to one side and pooped. I had no idea what to do. I mean what does one do in this situation? We have been reading how you need to applause poop happenings so that their not one of those weird kids who goes and hides in the corner to do their business. So should I stand up and cheer? Fish it out and let her keep playing? See these are the kinds of things that should be in a baby book. Not all that other jibberish that I could care less about.

I decide on the more sanitary answer which is get her out of bath tub and cleaned up. Now that I think about it should I have given her another bath in another bath room because the bath she had was dirty? Well I didn't so go ahead and judge. I inform my sleeping husband that we've got a situation that needs his assistance. We bleach and sanitize then all is right with the world again.

I took a picture but won't share I just thought the grandparents would think it was funny and I may slip it into her baby journal I've been keeping for when she brings home some boy we think is anything but acceptable to date our daughter.

Today I am a wife, mother, and poop fisherman.

Keep Chasing Those Fireflies!

CJ