The Incident

This was actually really easy to clean up, but still. It shall henceforth be known as "The Incident".

Mondays are my least favorite days of the week. Bryan has school so I get the munchkins during the day and I'm flying solo for dinner and bathtime. We have a routine down so it's not nearly as overwhelming as it once was, but it's still not exactly 'easy'.

Usually we end up taking an early bath and then we watch a short movie until bedtime. We didn't have any TV this morning (hooray!) so an hour of a movie at night to unwind is nice for us all. I nurse G on the couch and P snuggles up next to us.

Anyway, after dinner we're playing in P's room (with puppets, ohmygoodness the kids *LOVE* those puppets) and I decide it's bathtime. So we all head into the nursery where I strip both kids down, grab the towels, and head into the bathroom. They're crawling around on the floor together, laughing and screeching, and I start the bath. I look over at Penelope and she's standing there peeing on the floor! I have her sit on the potty, but it's too late, there is a HUGE puddle of pee on the bathroom floor.

I turn to G, who is standing next to me at the bathtub waiting (impatiently) for me to put him in his bathseat when I notice a huge pile of BABY POO on the floor.

EWWWWWWWW.

Ew.

G goes in the tub, Poe follows, and I clean up the gross-ass mess. Kids are NASTY.

The rest of the night went off without incident. G even fell asleep 15 minutes earlier than normal.