So in all my well laid plans about childproofing, Gerald and I decided that we would make the entire apartment baby-crawler friendly. The only room I wanted to keep off limits for a while was the bathroom. My logic was that Clara is still a bit wobbly and I didn't want her falling down in a room full of hard surfaces.
So I have been practicing remembering to keep the bathroom door shut. It was working pretty well until yesterday. I got home with Clara and Gerald had to go out and find his mother, Susan who was lost getting to our apartment. I was a bit distracted and ended up leaving the bathroom door open.
Clara was in her room playing (so I thought) and I was picking up around the apartment. I walked back towards Clara's room to check on her and was presented with this scenario:
Clara was standing, in the bathroom, holding onto the rim of the toilet bowl. One hand was holding on - inside the bowl - (UGH!) and the other hand was happily waving around the toilet brush!!!!! (DOUBLE UGH!)
If all my free-from fears of Clara getting sick or hurt due to some negligence on my part could resolve themselves into one picture - this would have been the picture. Instead, it was my reality in that moment, and what I did was laugh really hard.
I swopped Clara up in my arms, divesting her of the toilet brush in the process and shut the bathroom door.
Lesson learned? Babies will get into whatever it is you don't want them find/touch/eat. And they will smile while doing it.