Another Potty Tale

It’s amazing how okay I am with bodily functions after having children. I guess after handling so many dirty diapers and vomiting “events” you just adjust. Not to mention, Grace, our youngest, is a puker. She has had this nasty cough for months. It gets better, then worse, better, then worse. Four rounds of antibiotics later and it’s coming back again. It only seems to bother her at night when she starts coughing then throws up! We go through weeks of nightly changing Grace, changing Daddy, changing sheets, pillow cases, bumper, quilt, AND crib skirt! She’s thorough like that. But, put a big beach towel down for her “just in case” and she can keep it clean as a whistle, and hit everything else around her!

Anyway, yesterday I put Isabelle and Grace in the bathtub after I had Grace sit on the potty for a few minutes trying to get her to go (she never has, but we are just beginning the process of “trying”)and walked away to put some laundry away. Isabelle started yelling, “Mommy, Grace dropped her peanut butter sandwich in the water!” I thought, that’s funny, I thought she ate that sandwich. But I went in and sure enough there it was. I scooped it out and put it in the toilet and thought, that wasn’t a peanut butter sandwich! I looked around the bubbly tub of toys and sure enough there were several other little “peanut butter sandwiches” floating around.

Clean out Poopie. Drag wet kids out. Drag wet toys out. Drain tub. Clean tub. Refill tub. Try again. All in a days work.