This might be the single most hideously embarrassing post I write. But it's too good not to post.
Isaac is just the age where I can get in the shower and give him some toys, and he'll play while I shower. This single fact has again made showering an almost daily event for me! Woohoo!
We removed toilet accessories (plunger, cleaning brush) from the bathroom, and put the garbage can on the counter. We've trained him to not play with the toilet paper or the toilet itself. He's learned fairly quickly. *Mommy pats self on back*
So this morning, I jumped in the shower and gave him a few toys, and did *not* notice that the dear boy had an apple in his hand, left over from breakfast.
So I'm showering and I peek out to look at him, and to my utter HORROR, he has the toilet lid up and is about to drop said apple into the toilet water. I gasp. Isaac startles and drops the apple into the toilet. Now, I'm freaking out, FIGHTING with the darn glass shower door that I despise. The more I freak out, two things happen: a)Isaac KNOWS I'm coming to get that apple, so he's working HARD to get it out of the toilet, and b)The stupid door will not budge. I'm captive in my own shower. Finally, I get it open, just as houdini baby has somehow managed to get the apple out of the toilet, and..... NOOOOOO..... yesssssssss..... puts it in his MOUTH.
As I finally get the door open, I slip and put a good sized bruise on my leg. I. despise. our. shower. doors.
Isaac sees me coming and with an arm to make daddy proud, he throws the apple back in the toilet, which makes a very large splash and gives him a shower. With toilet water. And I don't mean like eau de toilet. I mean toilet water.
Final scene: Isaac takes shower with Mommy, and every square inch is washed including lips. There is some screaming involved.