David's grandparents were in town tonight (passing through in their RV on the way to spend three months in Florida!), and we were finishing up our version of New Years dinner: pizza and Mexican food. I put a pizza-covered Crawford in the bathtub and tried to get some laundry put away and the bed made with clean sheets. He was playing nicely until I heard a needy "mommmmmy! Mommmmmy!" I ran in to find him pooping in the tub. It hadn't all come out so I grabbed him and put him on the toilet. David had run in by this point and was intervening with bathtub poop eradication, etc. Sadly I didn't realize some poo had escaped between tub and toilet... And I stepped in it (in my UGG slippers) and tracked it all over the bathroom. PLUS, I still hadn't actually washed him so I had to put him in the shower (cue wailing and gnashing of teeth).
When we finished the shower, Lawson was freaking out with Grammy Rae so I traded her one naked, towel-wrapped (still had poo on him, it turned out) Crawford for the hysterical baby. David was tending to the bleach situation.
We all went to bed early.
Happy New year!