Rosey's turning two has been an interesting experience.
Today, she said 'No' for the first time ever. (Just in time for the terrible twos!)
Tonight, she crossed another milestone I had hoped we'd missed - she pooped. In the tub.
Cass was horrified. 'Mom! Rosey's got something on her hands!' Then his tone changed to fascination. 'Is that poop?'
Two milli-seconds later, they were out of the tub. I pulled the plug and started containment exercises.
This was, of course, the one night where I'd said 'Sure!' when they both wanted all the bath toys in the tub.
(picture taken after clean-up, before sterilization.)
Bear rustled around downstairs. 'Hon? We're um..out of bleach.'
Shit. What now?
Ignoring the two naked kids huddled together on the step, I bounded downstairs and rifled through the cupboards. Borax - no, Softsoap - no, Silver polish - no, PineSol - no...and there it was. Tucked back in the corner.
A brand new bottle of Lysol Power Toilet Bowl Cleaner.
The label said clearly 'Kills 99.9% of germs.' What could be better?
I used the entire bottle. It um... smells powerfully of wintergreen. And it foams! A lot.
Twenty minutes later, after rinsing (and rinsing, and rinsing!) everything with the hottest water we had, the problem had been solved and the tub sparkled. Sparkled.* It hasn't been this shiny since we moved in.
I was feeling pretty smart as I turned back to the kids. 'Ok! Who wants to have the first bath? You guys still need to rinse your hair, you know.'
Rosey shook her head at me. 'No, Mama. No. Shower.'
*Of course, reading the label now, it says 'Not to be used in tubs'. Obviously not made by people with kids. Or, you know, people with kids that have this problem.