I was foolish to think, “Not my baby.” He’s a good boy and knows he’s only supposed to poop in his diaper. How naive. How foolish.

I should’ve realized when he was making funny faces as I undressed him that something was up, but I was tired and wanted to get him squared away so I could shower myself.

Once he stopped splashing around, I realized what was coming, and there was no way to get ahead of it. I just had to let it happen. The look of joy and relief on his face was so sweet and relatable that getting mad wasn’t an option. Honestly, being mad at an infant is never an option.

My solution was to take him out of the tub and clean it before putting him back in.

My husband’s solution was to hose it, wash the boy and call it done it. Since the baby started shivering while we cleaned out the poop, we did it his way…and the tub didn’t get properly cleaned for another week…💩