Another First, WAHOO!

Another First, WAHOO!

The Little One is 18 months old so there are not too many “firsts” in our household. We’ve surpassed the first steps, words, smiles, teeth, etc. So imagine my utter delight when I discovered we had a first today.

Did you pick up on the sarcasm there? If so, let’s take a moment until you figure out I was being sarcastic. I know you are dying to know what happened now so without further adieu, our first today? Well it was the first time a child of mine clogged up the toilet.

Yes the Big One is 3.5 years old and today was the first time she clogged up the toilet. Now I am thanking my lucky stars that it was just toilet paper and not some toys, food, stuffed animal or silverware. It was simply toilet paper. And let’s face it, a toilet clogged with toilet paper is no match for the FixItMommy. So I showed the Big One how the toilet plunger worked and we are in business again.

She was fascinated with the process. She had seen the plunger standing in wait next to mommy and daddy’s toilet for years. This was the first time she’d seen it in action. It is even better for her because it’s blue (her favorite color in case you haven’t been paying attention).

Yes, the part about gratitude for just toilet paper is the utter truth. I am just waiting for the day (which I fear will be very soon) that something more difficult ends up down the toilet. The Big One was never very interested in throwing stuff in there. The Little One, on the other hand, is a whole other animal. So far she has thrown rather innocuous stuff: graham crackers, goldfish, rocks, a mini-slinky, an empty toilet paper roll, a maxipad and other random stuff she pulls out of the trash can (EWWWWW, I know). So far, I’ve been successful in fishing the unauthorized stuff out (EWWWWWW, again I know, but you do what you gotta do).

So today, my friends knock on wood with me and pray that the Little One never gets quicker than the FixItMommy or tall enough to reach the flusher. And my plumbing stays intact.

{That tall comment is again sarcasm… for those of you not intimately aware of our challenges, the Little One is all of 27 inches tall. That’s way too short for an 18 month old. According to those trusty height predictors on this here fabulous Internet she will only be 4’5″ as an adult. So I do pray every night that she will suddenly hit a growth spurt and be tall enough to reach the flusher.}