Isaak loves bath time. Every night after we eat dinner he grabs my hand and starts yelling, "Tub, Mommy! Tub, Mommy!" We divert to his toy room to get his toys. I start to fill up the tub with water as he dumps his toys in. He likes to stay in the tub about 45 minutes. I know it's a long time, but he loves it. I play with him at the beginning then he starts to play with his boats and stuff on his own and I read a book sitting next to the tub on the floor. Can you imagine it? I usually use the side of the tub as an arm rest. I'm reading and Isaak is splashing around like a little duck and then I can feel him put something in my hand, but I'm almost finished with the chapter, so I'm not really hearing what he says. I notice the texture of what he put in my hand is a little weird. It's kind of squishy and wet--then it registers what he's saying, "Stinky, Mommy, Stinky!" I looked at my hand and a scream erupted. I jumped up and threw. I had poop in my hand. Poop. Yuck. Eww. I threw the poop. Cory came running into the room and Isaak mimics me when I scream so I'm screaming and Isaak's screaming. Cory looks on the floor and sees poop. He turned into the Super Pooper Scooper-dadadada--donning his cape. He swiftly captures some toilet paper and the poop and throws it into the toilet. He then went above and beyond and fished the stinky out of the tub. Ewww. He accidentally put one of Isaak's toys in the toilet, so he stuck his hand back in the poop to fish it out. EWWW! But seriously he should get some kind of super hero costume for that. I was busy gagging and washing my hands with hot water. I know I change diapers all the time, but literally holding a poop in your hand is a little different than accidentally getting a little on your fingers. We sterilized the toys and the tub--now if only I can figure out how to get Isaak to let me know before he makes a stinky so we can get that baby in the toilet!
Dear Isaak, Happy Birthday my little guy! It feels like just yesterday that you were literally pulled out to come into this world. Yes literally with forceps around your little head because you accidentally faced the wrong direction or maybe you faced the direction you wanted to. You didn’t seem like you were quite ready to come out because you were just wailing--almost like you were saying, “You know--I was perfectly comfortable in there.” I’ve learned this year that you surely know what you want and you will not stop until you get it. For example when we tried to spend the weekend away from home and you didn't like sleeping in your playpen! You woke up every 1/2 hour to let us know you weren't comfortable. You finally fell asleep around 3am when we put you on the bouncer. Cory slept with his arm around you on the floor so you didn't roll off. You weren’t going to come easy, eh?? I remember pushing and pushing and pushing and thinking this isn’t going how I thought that i...
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