There are so many things that babies can do that turn into funny stories, rather than gross ones if it was anyone else. Baby poop seems to fall into that category. I'll get to the poo eventually, but first, a little history:
Jennie has always loved bath time. In her newborn days, she happily bathed in her "bucket" tub...
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For any new moms or moms-to-be, I can't say enough about how awesome these bucket style tubs are for little babies. They get to take a bath in warm, chest high water and they fit nice and snuggly inside in an almost fetal position. Jennie was always so relaxed and happy in her bucket tub. This is the point in a blog where I am probably supposed to mention specific products, and get the company to pay me for it... haha.
One time when my dad was over for bath time, Jennie let out a little of her newborn liquid poo in the tub - which lead to the "emergency evacuation" from the bucket, and a rinse in the sink, etc. My dad said, "Well, talk about relaxed and uninhibited!" She only did that twice in the bucket tub, which was pretty impressive considering she took a bath every day from 4 weeks old and on.
Eventually she grew out of the bucket, but her love of bath time continued. She graduated to a blue tub that we can put in the sink. She loves this one because she can play with her toys in it. One of her newest "tricks" is that she likes to try and climb out of the tub (which isn't dangerous at all).
It is so cool to see how curious she is about everything - to the point of having no sense of self-preservation. Just as she tries to climb out of the tub to investigate a dropped toy, she will also try to superman off our bed to see what is on the floor. Good thing she has parents who pay attention!
Just this weekend, we were at Grammie's house for an overnight visit and did tubby time in a plastic wash bin in the sink. Jennie was loving it, playing and enjoying herself. Just as we were saying, "Jennie, time to get out," Grammie calls out, "There's a floater!!" Jennie squeezed out a few little poops in the tub. So I stood her up, and we removed the water (and poops). As we did this, two more poops came on out! I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go. It was quite a circus trying to get the poop out of the sink and wipe her off, and then give her another quick wash down... meanwhile we were all rushing and hoping that she didn't let loose any more! The whole time, Jennie was preoccupied with her toy and trying to reach the things that Grammie had on her window sill. So again, totally relaxed and uninhibited. Oh, if only we could all be so care-free =)
I think that every baby ends up with his or her own funny poo story... I think this one might be Jennie's. At the least, when Jennie is 10 or so and learns that I posted this online she will be completely horrified. And then, one day Justin can really embarrass her by showing it to her first boyfriend... although, he has stated more than once that she is not allowed to date until she is 35. But really, what's the big deal? Everybody poops!