Poo on the rug

Dad is def. on a slower learning curve and not quite as in tune with baby's elimination patterns.

After eating but before bathing we like to let Julia play naked to air out her bottom. Typically I feed her, then while I wash up, Paul potties her and plays and then bathes her while I get a break.

I suddenly remember that I didn't tell him she's not yet pooped today so she will need extra time on the potty. He's already pottied her and gotten her to pee so they are crawling around playing peekaboo.

Before I can tell him she hasn't pooped today, I noticed Julia has grown quiet and has stuffed herself between a stack of boxes and her kitchen. I'm about to say "Hey! Get her on the potty!" when Paul's eyes grow HUGE and he says, "Um... she's just made a BIG poo on the RUG!" like he doesn't know which one is more horrific. The size of the poo or that it is on the rug.

He's shocked, Julia's bouncing around, and I'm laughing.

I clean it up and he goes to try to wash her. I find him quite rattled, holding her at arms length trying to aim her butt under the showerhead instead of just wiping her butt with toilet paper and washing it off in the sink. I do it for him so he can regain his composure and then he bathes her.

I still laughing.

It's just as funny at the first time she peed all over him as a newborn. Amazing how an infant can render a grown man senseless and panicky.