I took a nap this afternoon (and it was glorious!!). So now....I can't sleep. So I'm going to share a story with you instead!
I'm going to take you back a few years and tell you a story that still makes me laugh and shake my head in awe and horror.
As a toddler, Brooke was, at best, a little unpredictable, a little sneaky and a...hmm...how do I put this gently....a little spacey. And if there were two things that Brooke loved as a toddler they were 1) her soother and 2) her blankies.
Now, on with the story! When Brooke was about 17 months old and I was about 8 months VERY pregnant with Caleb (who we so affectionately called Pedro at the time), we went to Medicine Hat to witness the baptism of my sister's new baby, the cute little Eryn. (of course her hubby and other children were there too, but who are we kidding, we had eyes only for that little bundle of joy and her momma!!)
It was a great day. I got to spend a large portion of it holding Eryn and marveling at how she could have possibly fit into a stomach. I even laid her across my bulging stomach to see if in fact I had a baby that large inside of me.
Well in all the gushing and "Ooo-ing" & "Aw-ing" over Eryn, it was only normal that Brooke easily flew under the radar because, well, she is sneaky like that. Not wanting to give up the newborn baby snuggles I was enjoying, I asked my oldest niece to go downstairs and see where Brooke was.
Two minutes later, Jenna came racing back, calling, "Aunty Kat, come quick....and you may want to bring a camera."
Everyone in the room bolted up, thinking the worst of the worst has happened, as we rush down the stairs and follow Jenna around the corner into the powder room and found this:
Brooke had unrolled all the toilet paper, shoved her beloved blankies in the toilet, climbed right in and started stomping on them like she was having a wine making party. The best part was that she looked up at us like, "What? Nothing to see here. Continue on your business!" and continued to suck on her soother and stomp away.
I just stood there, mouth wide open, not knowing what to do or say. I had visions of pee germs crawling all over her and little poo dumplings nesting in her blankies. I was just praying that whoever had used the toilet before her had flushed!
To this day, I still have no idea what possessed her to do this. I can't say she was ever overly interested in toilets. There were a ton of kids to play with so she couldn't have been too bored. And it was a gorgeous day so she should have been outside!
The worst part of this all was that she did this right before we had to leave home, which meant we needed to clean her pee-incrusted blankies quickly before our two hour car ride home.
It was cute. It was ridiculous. It was all Brooke. And it is something that will stay in my memory forever. This picture will be shown to future boyfriends just to embarrass her and it will definitely come up at her wedding 20 years from now!
It was really a bad parenting moment. Really...we only had one kid. The two of us (yes, Jason was there too) couldn't even keep her out of mischief and we were going to add another to the mix. What were we thinking?
Anyone else's kids go for a little romp in the toilet lately?