I knew I was in trouble. I could smell it. From quite a distance. I laid her down and starting undressing her. So far, so good. I turned her over to check her back and there it was. Poop all the way to her neck. Ugh. So I ditched the idea of changing her downstairs. Up we went and in to the tub - clothing and all. And guess what? She didn't cry once. Just sat there, smiling and farting in the bath. I'm glad one of us had fun.
She is now squeaky clean, in a cute outfit (with new BabyLegs) and sleeping in her swing. Ah, clean babies are the best.
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