Spencer has always believed that since I'm a veterinarian that it is my duty to clean the litter box, scoop the back yard and clean up doggie vomit at my own house. Apparently my job description now extends to baby poop scooping.
Elliott seemed a little extra fussy during her daily bath. Thinking she was just tired from the long day (Spencer kept her while I worked my first Saturday back at the hospital), I continued our nightly ritual as always. As I began to drain the water from her wonderful blue baby tub she started to squirm and make that all familiar grimmace. Much to my dismay and horror she released her demons right on her hammock. Clearly she had been working hard for this one. Quickly I took her out of the baby tub and placed her on a clean towel. As I began to wash her off again, Spencer comes in the bathroom. "Hand me the baby!" He requested. Oh wait, you can take the infant and I get to deal with the lovely present still waiting on her hammock? Don't get me wrong, Spencer changes a lot of diapers but poop outside plastic diaper lines doesn't count. I guess since it's Father's Day weekend I'll let this one slide...but next time....
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