April 25: I meant to write this post about a month back, but I never got around to it.
It was one of my first mornings home alone with both kids, and I decided to try to take a shower. Andrew usually played in the bathroom while I showered, but he had recently learned how to open door knobs, so could take off and play elsewhere. Sylvia was in her bouncy seat next to the shower so I could peak out and look at her.
So I hop in the shower, and almost immediately, I hear the door open-Andrew has left the room. Oh well…hopefully he won’t destroy himself or anything else.
Then Sylvia starts screaming. “OK,” I think, “I just need to be quick here.”
Then the steam from the bathroom floats out into the hall and sets the fire alarm off. Great. “This is relaxing and restorative!” I think over the screaming baby and the fire alarm.
Then Andrew comes in and announces (over the din) than he took off his diaper and had an accident.
I decide at that point to stop hurrying and just stay in the shower as long as possible.
Fun times!
Althea, Bryan, Andrew, and Sylvia