What do I do

I'm on day four of my new exercise routine. Just me, the elliptical, and a set of 8lb hand weights. Why can't it be like day 40 and I've already lost 10 pounds? Two nights ago I was setting up a dvd on the computer so I could watch something to take my focus off my burning quads when I heard, "Sweeeeeteeeee??? What do I dooooooo???" It my hubby calling me from the front bathroom, behind a closed door, down the hall, through the closed door to the room of misery, with the ceiling fan on, and the dvd playing. I knew if I could hear him, he really must need some guidance. Darn it all...I was going to have to give my shaky legs a break.

So I waddled down the hallway (hamstrings are sore) and peeked into the bathroom. "What's up?" I said as I wondered if my heartrate was above that of a superhero. He looked up from holding the baby's arms up and said, "What do we do when this happens?" and he motioned towards the bathwater that the baby was still sitting in. I craned my neck and glanced down into the tub to see little pieces of poo in there...not floating. His must be sinkers.

I said, "Well, I read about this happening to other people on those blogs I keep up with." That went over real well with him...my motherly insight came from my blogging....he was thoroughly impressed and still preoccupied with the poo lingering in the bathwater - with the baby. I got him to take the baby out and I occupied the little guy while hubster cleaned out the tub and offending poo. After some fresh water and more soap, baby got clean, I got my exercise, and hubby - well, let's just say I got to bathe the baby the next night.