Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Steppin' Up

I'm not sure why it hadn't occurred to us to try this before, but it turns out that, with a stepstool, Peeper is totally tall enough to reach the bathroom sink to wash her hands, brush her teeth, play in the water, whatever.

The stepstool she's using is my footstool that lives under my desk (I like it just for general comfort, but really need it when she's in my lap nursing) so I think we're going to buy another one just for her to use in the potty.

And, we need to get a stopper of some sort for the sink. If you look closely, you'll see that we currently have nothing. Just a big gaping hole, leading to God knows what disgustingness below.

She was in there unsupervised for a while and I suddenly heard "What happened?! Toothbrush fall down in hole!"

I fished it out with a pair of scissors, rinsed off the visible yuckiness and tossed it in the kitchen sink to go through the dishwasher for sterilization.

Three of her four toothbrushes are now in the dishwasher. Sigh. And ew.

She was just playing around when I took these photos, but this evening she actually brushed her teeth at the sink for real (rather than while sitting in front of the computer watching Sesame Street).

What a big girl!


  1. I put a toothbrush through the dishwasher once, and it melted into a blob with bristles, which my kids though was really funny. Then there was a fad for awhile where if you melted a toothbrush in boiling water, the plastic would soften and you could bend it into a toothbrush bracelet. I had to make one for each of my girls, of course. Maybe that plumber guy that Peeper loves so much could come and install a drain plug for you.

  2. Luckily, Peeper's toothbrushes survived the dishwasher.

    This evening, I bought a drain plug and the next part in the assembly, and I guess we'll install them someday.

    I also bought a toilet auger and we can flush that potty for the first time in, well, I don't even want to talk about it.

    I did that while Peeper was taking her bath. She quite enjoyed my "Go Mama! Go Mama! Fix the potty!" celebration dance.

  3. Funny how so many great discoveries with kids are promptly accompanied by their disgusting downside. It was a great day when I realized the kids could potty alone... except that it was about the same time that the dog figured out that they rarely flush the toilet. Hmmm - mind you, that may be a dog problem and not a kid problem!


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