And We Have a Foater

Lincoln slept most of the day (due to post #1 earlier this morning - yes, this is 2 in one day!), but in between his naps, I gave the little booger a bath. He LOVES baths, so we get them often - they're like playtime. "Bath" (without perfection of the "th" sound, of course) is one of his 9 words in his vocabulary. He has had a lot of "firsts" while in the bathtub...place where he first dipped his head under the water (on his own, and thought it was funny), first successfully drank water from a cup (water came from running facet, not dirty bathwater), first demonstrated that, "yes mom - i KNOW who Mickey Mouse is" as he fished him out from his sea of toys when prompted...and then today, another first...his first floater.
Yes. Lincoln was playing happily in his tub, stood up, squatted, smiled at me, grunted, and then resumed his play. Only I noticed the floater turd he left behind drifting beneath him. His first poop in the tub. Oh my. Needless to say, bathtime was forced to an immediate halt. :)