And, Then it Happened.

It only took 7 months and 2 days, but JB officially did it.

He pooped in the tub.  

From what I've heard, we're pretty lucky that it has taken this long.  And it was an experience, let me tell you.  The most shocked of anyone was poor little James Benjamin.

What HAPPENED, Mama?

Solids have taken a toll on JB's tummy, which has impacted his ability to "go", if you catch my drift.  Homefries does not enjoy prunes or prune juice, but could live off cereals and bananas (the likely culprits).  We're working on balancing his diet with some good, fibrous fruits and veggies, but he's still not enjoying this transition to more formidable poops.

I guess the warm water in the bath relaxed his little body enough last night to bring on the inevitable.  It all went down so quickly that I barely had time to react (or stifle my mixed expressions of horror and humor).  We also happened to be Face-Timing with Grammy and Gran Gran, so, well, that was special (something they can brag about to all their friends!)

Poor little JB got quite upset about the whole thing.  Obviously he knew something was wrong with the situation.  No worries, my sweet little pumpkin pie - that's what Clorex is for!

All Clean!