It finally happened. The thing I have dreading. It started so innocently. We were just taking a bath together. See, when it was time to give her real baths instead of sponge baths, we tried to give Abby a bath in the kitchen sink. She hated it! Next, we decided I would get in our master bathtub with her, and she loved it, so we’ve been doing it ever since. We bought a space heater for our bathroom to get it extra warm for her. Then, I get the water going, and get fresh clothes ready to go. When the tub is full enough, I get in while Damon undresses her and brings her to me. Then we play. She loves taking baths, so it is the highlight of our day. Yesterday, though, she did the unthinkable.
Abby pooped in the tub.
She had just pooped yesterday morning, so at least it wasn't a huge explosion again. Still, I had just gotten her soaped up. We had to drain the tub, clean it, and refill it. Being the brilliant parents that we are, we thought to wrap Abby up in her robe so she wouldn’t get cold, but we did not think to PUT A DIAPER ON HER. Of course, she pooped some more in the robe. Needless to say, we’re spending Valentine's Day doing laundry.
See how much she's grown! This was her first real bath. She was exactly 3 weeks old in this picture.
This was yesterday. We measured her while she was lying there, and she's about 24 inches long now. My baby's 2 feet tall!
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