It all started with toilet trouble. All of the sudden our potty was not flushing like it should. The bowl would fill with water just to the point where you thought it would overflow- and then the water level would s-l-o-w-l-y sink back down.
Needless to say, not everything was going down like it should either... ah-hem. We plungered and plungered... all to no avail. We were starting to get suspicious that the potty may have ingested something it shouldn't have.
So finally Honey Daddy had no other recourse but to take the toilet apart to see what ailed it. Unfortunately in the course of dissasembling the potty, the porcelain cracked. Drat! So then we got to go out and buy a new potty (which flushes like a dream!) and Honey Daddy got the pleasure of installing it in our bathroom.
In case you were wondering, we did find a toy wedged in the potty. We are pretty certain Eli put it in there and flushed it down.
Then one day later I was on the back porch cutting Honey Daddy's hair. Jonah walks up to us and says, "Daddy, look what I found buried in the sandbox!" It was Daddy's contact lens case, covered with sand... inside and out. Boy, was a certain little boy in trouble!
Needless to say, now the bathroom door stays shut, and little Eli's bathroom privileges have been revoked... for now. Good thing he's still in diapers, huh?
It's also a good thing that these two trouble makers are so stinking cute!
(p.s. Didn't Grandma send the boys the best pajamas ever?)