Today a new level of motherhood was reached. I usually don't close the washroom door when it's just me and Bee at home, since she freaks out when she can't have immediate access (even if she refuses to play with me, she MUST have immediate access- please pray with me that this is just a phase) and so far she's been far more interested in banging her hands on the inside of the tub to even notice me sitting on the toilet. All of that changed this afternoon.
We have two washrooms, and I had thought I had closed the door to our master bedroom and so in my hurry, didn't close our washroom door all the way. I was sitting down when Bee crawled in, and in my astonishment, did my best to be modest and did not make eye contact (trying to save on those future therapy sessions) yet her eyes did not light up in anticipated joy of banging her little hands on the tub. Instead she looked curiously at me, hunched over (trying to be invisible, you know, so that she won't be scarred by the sight of her mother on the can) and she pulled herself up on my knees! I was so surprised that I couldn't speak. Josh came looking to see where Bee had escaped to, and found her squawking at my knees, trying to climb onto my lap while I dumbly tried to block her. I managed to choke out "help, please", and like a good husband he laughed hysterically and managed to pluck her little fingers from my jeans. I'm no longer shocked by this new level of motherhood that was achieved by my daughter's curiosity, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be sure to close the door all the way the next time I need to use the washroom!
Hee hee. Happens CONSTANTLY here. I'm afraid if I close the bathroom door, I won't be able to hear Rebekah. And if I can't hear her, I don't know what she's getting into (i.e. pulling down the Christmas tree, getting into her diaper pail, pulling the plants over) because the things happen. So its kind of our new normal around here too.
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