Pooping in the tub...and a little clap

Tonight Chad met Chad Grieser in Ft. Wayne to watch a baseball game leaving Creighton and I to entertain each other. I called my mom to see what she was up to and Creighton and I ended up tagging along with her to Defiance to Lowes and then to the mall for a little shopping. Creighton is a pretty big bedtime routine junkie and loves nothing more than to have a bath at 7, pjs and books and then upstairs for a sippy full of milk by 7:30. I was a little concerned that he might crash and burn while shopping until 8, but he did great and loved every minute of it- flirting with the workers at each store.

Typically I give C his bath, get his pajamas on, and then Chad and I both read books with him until Chad takes him upstairs to put him to bed. Knowing that I was going to need to do all of that tonight, and that it was already an hour past his bedtime, I wanted to give him a quick bath and get on with the process. Creighton, still invigorated from his shopping trip was having none of it and was playing in the bathtub...even after I had drained all the water out. I was getting his toothbrush ready at the sink when I heard the dreaded "i'm pooping" grunt. By the time I walked the three steps to the bathtub the damage had already been done. Laying there, in the drained tub was a nice long turd staring back at me. I knew this milestone would come sooner or later- what parent doesn't have a pooping in the bathtub story...but I thought- of all nights!

Eventually, we made it upstairs to the rocking chair in his room for his sippy cup of milk. He was still acting a little on the wound up side, so I started to sing to him his favorite song "Jesus Loves Me" (Neil and Faith got him a book for his birthday that plays the song when you open it) Thankfully he calmed down right away and started drinking his milk. Each time I got done singing the song, Creighton would look up at me, put his cup down and clap for me. This continued until his milk was all done.

Funny how two sweet little hands clapping for a less then perfect rendition of Jesus loves me can melt your heart and put all the stress and craziness of the day to ease.