in honor of D.'s 30th birthday, we headed north for a weekend in a snowed-in cabin with a hot tub. ali, going through a massive growth spurt, had been waking up in the middle of the night for the past 4 days. ugh - back to prisoner-of-war mode. we were planning to take her with us anyway, but the bad sleeping lately sealed the deal. so when it was hot tub time, it was hot tub time for all three of us.
we sat in the gloriousness of the bubbly, warm water until our feet were so pruny it hurt. ali splashed and kicked and had a seriously good time, and then got very quiet and let out the largest underwater fart known to baby-kind. except, it wasn't just a fart.
yep. baby poop. in a hot tub.
it was the funniest, grossest moment of my month, and i hope never to forget it.
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