Why I Love Toddlers...

Yes, that is my toilet, and no, I do not know when she did that.


I am guessing Michaela Byrd snuck into the downstairs bathroom after Natalie left the door open and I was washing the dishes from lunch. I remember going down the hallway from the kitchen and seeing her come out of the bathroom rather quickly, shutting the door.


Underestimating the craftiness of a 16 month old, I assumed she was just playing with the door, but I should have known better.


The kid has a slight obsession with water.




There's the dog water, which I often catch her splashing in, standing in, or just giving herself a refreshing face wash.





Then there's the bathtub. She likes to just stand next to it and throw things into it. As you can see in this picture, she took matters into her own hands one night when I literally walked three steps to her room to grab her towel. This had to be documented.


Most recently, she has turned her attentions to the toilet. I forgot to close the bathroom door a few weeks ago before naptime as I was reading Natalie a story. Sometimes Michaela Byrd will sit and listen if it's a story she enjoys, but most of the time she toddles around wreaking havoc on my upstairs. Out of the corner of my eye while I was reading, I noticed her wander back into Natalie's room sucking on a hairbow. Not seeing any imminent danger, I ignored her. Until she walked back into the room minutes later, looking rather wet. On closer inspection, I noticed the hairbow she was sucking on also looked pretty wet. We followed her into the bathroom and discovered that she had decided to throw herself a pool party in the (clean) toilet. Eww!
How could someone so adorable do something so disgusting???


I love toddlers. They make life so much more interesting. (This is what I am telling myself)