I put Lil Bit in the bath tonight, get her all set up and stepped into her room to clean some while she played in the tub. I panicked when I heard her shouting for me. I ran in to see her frantic looking, nearly in tears and it took me a moment to realize she was saying "there's a poopy in the bath, there's a poopy in a bath". I peered over and sure enough...there it was. I laughed a bit and told her not to worry. I cleared out the bath, pulled her out and set her on the potty while I cleaned. I reassured her that it was okay and that accidents happen. Nearly in tears she asked if I was mad at her. Even if I had been, and I wasn't, there was no way I could look at that precious child and not smile.
When I cleaned the bathtub she didn't want to take a bath because she thought the poopy might come back up the drain. It was an interesting conversation to explain the backflow preventer and that gravity would pull all waste down and not up.
Other things I do not want to forget:
Target = Guitar
Sauce Dips = Dipping Sauce
Stool Step = Step Stool
Gooseball = Goof Ball
Today, Sunday December 29, 2013 she is 36" tall. Yesterday she went to Build-A-Bear for the first time and created red Dino (ferocious critter in a tutu and dance shirt).
