OK I have got too much on my hands right now protecting our precious memories and Ben had a very traumatic experience happen last night that he needs to get off his chest. So without further ado....
I have experienced quite a bit in my relatively short life. I mean... I didn't fight in Nam, and have never even seen illegal narcotics, but I did work in fast food for 2 years in High School. Let's just say I've seen some things!
Last night I was giving Aidan a bath in her inflatable ducky tub and casually perusing through one of Dara's entertainment magazines, when Aidan stopped splashing and gave me a big smile. It was adorable, and I took a moment to soak in my beautiful daughter's smiling eyes. My mind momentarily drifted to to all the future occasions I anticipate soaking in her smile... her first day of kindergarten, her first piano recital at Carnegie Hall, that smile behind the veil before I walk her down the aisle to some undeserving punk. As I gradually awoke from my daydream, I reached for Aidan's towel and turned to take her out of the tub when I noticed something in her hand...poop.
A little round nugget of poop. It was in her hand and millimeters away from her mouth when I grabbed the squishy poop nugget and politely yelled "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Aidan giggled. I choked a little at the monkey house smell now coming from the inflatable ducky tub. I found myself in a bit of a quandary as I held my naked baby in one hand, and her poop in the other. Obviously the poop in my hand had to go... but where and how? Once my poop hand was clean and her poop hand was clean, I took a deep breath and devised a plan for appropriate poop disposal and complete bathroom cleansing.
Poop happens, and next time it does, this dad has a battle plan!