... A Poop Show

Can anyone talk about their motherhood journey without mentioning poop? I certainly can't!

Recently our family has experienced yet another first. Both girlies were bathing together as always, splashing, giggling, and enjoying life when suddenly I heard a shriek from LittleK. I look over to find a small little turd floating in the water towards her.

Sure enough, BabyK had released her bowels. I couldn't believe it. We had almost made it 4 years without ever having a poop incident in the bathtub. I must have taken LittleK's natural affinity for cleanliness for granted and assumed BabyK would be no different. Regardless, it happened to us.

In a frenzy, I quickly lifted the girls from the tub and placed them on the bathmat. Mistake #2; I had released the hounds. Slopping wet hounds for the matter, and one with a poopy baum. Most experienced mothers do not need to be informed of what happens next, but for anyone like me, I will give you the low down of what happens when children are placed on a bathmat naked and excited. They run.

Before I even had a chance to wipe, BabyK and LittleK made their dashes through the door in different directions; both screaming wildly while waving their noodle-y arms. One grace for the day was that HubbyK happened to be home. He must have thought we were facing a near-death experience by the way he rushed up the stairs to answer my plea for help. Despite his speed, he had only reached the upper level in time to see BabyK slip backward onto her nogging as if someone had placed an invisible banana peel underfoot.

After some much-needed cuddling, drying, and cleaning, all three Kaarid women once again regained their composures and went on to live fairly typical afternoons. The lesson of the story: keep them in the bath, remove feces, drain the tub, hose them down, then dry them one at a time. I know this method to be more effective as BabyK decided the first time was so much fun, she should try it again.

Some lessons we learn along the way come from trial and suffering. Some are from the spoken wisdom of a person God has placed in our path. And some come from tiny people who are living in the moment without a care in the world. Poop and all, I have to say, I've been enjoying the latter.

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Psalm 32:8

"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you."