Bathtime Pooping

So we have been rather busy since I went back to work and Labor Day weekend was a whirlwind of bbq's and birthday parties. We were all exhausted and Sadie Marie must have been going through a growth spurt last week because she went from sleeping from like 9PM to 2AM to feeding around the clock every three hours like a piranha and when I say piranha I mean a chubby, I'm scared I may never eat again, piranha. Luckily the growth spurt seems to have passed and I got about 4 hours the past two nights. I'm just hoping her knawing on everything, runny nose, and drooling does not mean we have a tooth in the works as well!

On to bathtime.....the baby daddy has only bathed her a few times for the simple fact that I like to do it and it's a long way down to the bathtub when you are 6 foot tall trying to bath a 1.5 foot tall baby in a blue plastic bathtub that is clearly not adult friendly. How are supposed to get to their butts anyway, we practically have to pick her up to get under there!


On Wednesday night I had been at work and I was SO tired, from being up every 1-2 hours either feeding or putting a pacifier back in it's place, that I was a zombie and still had to get things ready for the next day so the baby daddy said he would gladly bath Sadie Marie as long as I supervised to assure we got all the appropriate parts bathed. While I don't mind supervising....I also don't understand. He baths all his important parts, do the same thing only on a baby scale. :)

Anyway, I'm supervising from a far trying to get my things ready for the next day, stopping in the bathroom every few minutes to make sure some bathing is actully going on becuase Sadie Marie is much like her mama when I say she likes to talk, she LOVES to talk to her daddy. Makes me so jealous. She laughs her head off at me, but does not talk to me like she does her daddy. Already a daddy's girl and I'm surprisingly OK with that as long as she gets my "take no shit" attitude :).

I make a stop in and look over at my child laughing and talking, looking up adoringly at her father and I look at the water and I thought what is that?!? Here's our conversation:

Me: "What is that stuff floating in the water?"
Him: "What stuff?"
Me: "Ah, the brownish, greeish stuff that was clearly not ON the baby when you put her in the tub, so how did it get there?"
Him: "I don't know"
Me: "IT'S POOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Get her out and stop pooring water over her head!!!"
Him: "OMG"

So, we proceed to get her out of the tub, wash the tub out, put her back in the tub, and he proceeded to bath her a second time to get the stink off. Literally. :)

About 2 minutes later this conversation occurs:

Him: "Code Red, Code Red"
Me: "Shit"
Him: "Literally, she pooped again."
Me: "Well, at least you identified it this time, get her out."
Him: "I'm not bathing her again."
Me: "UGH, no, we will just hose her off and wipe her down."

Sadie Marie is super lucky her parents think poop is funny. I was cackling walking through the house as the baby daddy is yelling code red and trying to get her out of a second poop filled tub. SO FREAKING HILARIOUS! I guess it was also super funny because she has NEVER pooped in the tub whilst I was bathing her. Sadie Marie 2, Daddy 0!

I am home alone this weekend as the baby daddy is working and Auntie Jules and Uncle John Rob are at a wedding so Sadie Marie and I are prepping for her second bama game. We took some photos last weekend before we beat the crap out of Kent State and we also took her three month photos. They are below! Enjoy! RTR!!

Love Y"all

A