First, scooped Addison up and put her in the tub to rise her hands and feet so she doesn't eat the dye. She didn't like the cold water and apparently I had to pee cause I couldn't dry my hands and get my pants off fast enough for me not to wet my pants a little.... yes, at this point I said it again. "this cannot be happening!" Second, leave Addison in the tub (empty BTW, I'm not stupid) and grabbed a black hand towel to mop up the kitchen. It actually cleaned better than I thought it might. Then I sprayed cleaner on the semi black moped floor. Third, rushed back to Addison and ran some warm bath water while taking of her clothes and cloth diaper. I then realized that I couldn't wash her in a big tub of black dye (yes I had to stop and take a pic amongst the chaos). So I wrapped her in a black bath towel and headed for my bathroom, then left her on the bathroom floor to wipe up the now purple suds on the kitchen floor. Came back to the bathroom to find a naked screaming baby escaping. Grabbed her and we both jumped in the shower... might I just add that taking a shower with a nursing baby is like teasing a lion with a steak and realizing there is no cage to separate you. Also I was doing laundry so we ran out of hot water half way through. Apparently dye likes to soap into toe/finger nails and dry skin patches, so Addison now looks like she has leprosy or something. After we both got dressed I had to go spray and rinse my black tub in the other bathroom. Whew!
Silver linings: Addison was wearing black pants and an already stained top. I needed a shower anyway. The dye barely touched the carpet next to the kitchen.