We are not who you think we are

You may see us and think, "Gee, they seem like a nice family.  That Bridget can be a bit crazy, but seems to have good intentions.  I am sure they don't have anything to hide!"  Well, you would be wrong.  We have a deep, dark secret.  We are not normal. 

Our little buddy Andrew is a tub pooper.  If he were a rapper he would be Sir Poops A Lot.  His Native American name would translate to "He Who Poops in Tub".

(By the way, I tried to look up slang for pooping in the tub to make this post a little funnier....don't do that.  Weird people out there.)

At first we thought it was just a freak occurrence.  We would chuckle and say "Oh Andrew, you naughty little stinker!" Then we would clean the tub and move on. 

Then he did it again.  And again.  So we started taking him out of the tub after about 1 minute to prevent any incidents.  And he got better, he really did!  So we thought he had grown out of his tub pooping stage.  We would watch for the tell tale ankle crossing that was our indicator of what was to come and pull him out just in time. 

Well tonight Andrew, out of the blue, pooped in the tub.  It was only Grace who alerted us to his slight grunting.  By the way, it is Grace who is the true victim of all of this - she is yanked out of the tub and whisked off to a cold shower in the other bathroom.  Poor girl.

We have concluded that Andrew doesn't just poop in the tub.  He is a tub pooper.  We are asking ourselves, why?  Why us? 

Maybe we are bathing him at the wrong time of day?  Nope, he poops at all times of the day.
Maybe he is so relaxed that he just relaxes too much?  Nope, he is super alert and playful. 
Maybe he hates the bath and does it so he can get out?  Nope, he loves the bath and always tries to climb in.
Maybe Andrew poops in the tub because he can? Bingo.

It is not pictures of Andrew in his cute little rompers that will embarrass him in front of his friends.  It will be stories of his tub pooping. 

Andrew returning to the scene of the crime.

Andrew tried to get back on my good side by helping me clean. 

 By the way, I love the Method cleaning sprays (except the anti-bacterial one - smells weird) that you can get at Target!  No, they are NOT paying me for my endorsement.  (You know since my blog has been so wildly popular and I can influence consumer spending with my opinions.)

 When I stopped in his room to say goodnight, this is what I saw....can't stay mad at that face for very long....at least until the next bathtime.

In full disclosure, I admit that I pooped in the tub once when I was a baby - I am SURE I was sick.  Apparently I also dipped my hair in the tub after the fact.   As a result, unfortunately, this tendency is not something I can blame on my husband.  Darn!