I bathed Catherine tonight. Her umbilical cord hasn't fallen off yet, so I'm still doing a sponge bath of sorts. I had her wrapped in a towel and was holding her while washing her hair when I got peed on. That warm sensation against my shirt was not exactly what I wanted to feel, and I was thinking that I drew the short end of the stick when I chose to bathe Catherine instead of Daniel.
But I was wrong......
David bathed Daniel tonight, and it finally happened. You hear of it happening from most families, but it hadn't ever happened to us. Daniel pooped in the tub. Not a little poop, but a great big one. I was so thankful that David cleaned everything up and so thankful that all I got was a little pee on my shirt. The joys of parenthood!
Before going to bed, Daniel asked David, "Daddy, do you still love me even though I pooped in the tub?"
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