Bathtime Adventure

So maybe yall expect this blog to be full of cutesie baby stories and pics, but some may not consider this so cutesie, so consider yourself warned. I have not stopped laughing for the last fifteen minutes, so I thought I would blog about our adventure.

Justin and I were tagteaming a stinky diaper. As Justin was cleaning the baby and I was throwing away the dirty diaper, I noticed that it was only poopy, not wet. We both began to say something like "well we better watch out, then" but never finished the statement before Mason started "watering the garden," catching us both off-guard, even though we were warning ourselves of that very incident. So into the bathroom we went to clean the little guy off.

Well, Mason doesn't like to be naked, so he was already crying. We filled the tub (big-kid tub, our little plastic whale tub is being shipped to us as we speak), and turned on the little baby radio that came with our crib to try and calm our screaming lad. We started to bathe him. Well, apparently he wasn't quite finished pooping, and he delivered into the freshly filled tub. So I picked him up and put him into the bathroom sink to wash the shampoo out of his hair while Justin drained and cleaned the tub. Mason was not pleased with that transition (as if he was pleased with being in the big tub) and started doing the crying where he uses every bit of his breath while he screams so there is a moment of silence while he reloads. So I picked him up with his suds-filled hair and cuddled him into me to try and let him know we still loved him.
Then he exploded. From down under.
So back over to the freshly cleaned tub he went. That's true love, right? Holding your child's poo in your hands? Justin said that's one of the things mothers do. Anyway, Justin used a cup to wash out the shampoo while I just held Mason over the tub, we got the diaper on him to prevent any further damage, and most everything made of cloth in the bathroom is now hitting the rinse cycle in the washer.

Mason is now bundled, warm, squeaky clean, and pleasantly lying next to me, looking around as if nothing ever happened. Welcome to parenthood.