Unfortunate Incident

If you're currently eating, you may want to save this one for later.

This is one of the things that adds flavour to parenting. One of the things that people who don't have kids never have to deal with (unless you're at University, then all bets are off). One of those things that you can probably look back on and laugh at, but at the time is so horrifying that you can barely keep from crying. 

Here it is...

I decided to give Fiona a bath before bed to wash off the chlorine from earlier. Fiona loves to poo in the bath, and it's not ideal, but not a major disaster. Today, I saw those telltale bubbles rising and spied a tiny little poo, so I pulled her out, rinsed her off, and called it good. I laid her down on the changing mat on the floor so she could squirm around and dry off while I dealt with the bath. I came back, and found a clean, dry, happy baby wriggling around. I turned my back for a very short time to get her pyjamas out, and when I turned back, to my horror, I found that the bath poo had not been the end of it. I won't go into details, but if you imagine a hippo wallowing in mud, you'll have a pretty good idea of the situation.

So I scooped the bulk up, and left to deposit it in the toilet. Unfortunately, due to the insubstantial quality of the product, some missed slightly and landed on the floor. And I'm sorry to say that despite my best efforts, Brodie got it. 

So then I ran a second bath... Here she is. 

I don't think she is sorry... 

And during all this, where was Ben? Running around cleaning up poo? Lending moral support even? No. His projector came today so he was in the basement, and apparently shrieks of horror and cries for help can't be heard down there...