Link UP Week: Raising Imperfection

link up week The 2nd link up of the week is brought to you by the dynamic duo at Raising Reagan and Violet Imperfection. Their weekly link up invites you to share... just about anything! Funny stories, parenting successes, parenting fails {way funnier}, DIY projects, recipes, whatever you're in the mood to share! They choose their favorite link each week and feature them on their Featured Friday post! Sounds like fun, eh? Let's begin.

Since I have plenty of parenting FAIL stories to share, and they openly invite them, I figured it's about time I share one. This is one of my more recent proud parenting moments. One for the baby books. One of those times where you just have to stop and think, "Well, at least she's still alive".

My little one is almost 14 months old {that's 1 year and 2 months for those of you who hate when parents refer to their toddler's age in 'months'} and is constantly on the move. She's a skinny minny monkey because she's burning like a million calories a day and the chance that I'll lose track of her somewhere in our house at least once a day is great. I'd say 100%. It's not that my house isn't safe - we have baby-proofed cabinets, put gates on the stairs, and are pretty careful about shutting doors to the rooms we don't want her in, but she is constantly sneaking around like a little creeper. And lets face it, we're human, and I have mom brain, so mistakes will me made when it comes to keeping her OUT of the things she's not supposed to be IN.

One such mistake occurred just a few weeks ago when I was neck deep in laundry. Keelin was roamed around upstairs, pulling all the books off the bookshelf, attacking the dogs during their morning sunbathing session, and talking to herself in the mirror in the guest room. The usual. I'm generally pretty good at remembering to close the door to the guest bathroom when I know I'll lose sight of miss into-everything, but this particular day, mom brain set in and I forgot. Actually, mom brain was in FULL FORCE because not only did I forget to shut the door, but I forgot to put the toilet seat down after rinsing off her latest diaper.

Pause - this is not a frightening story about her falling in the toilet so don't call social services on me just yet. You should also know that my kid is a total weirdo and has some strange fascination with the toilet. She loves to drum on the toilet lid, which I admit is equal parts cute, comical, and totally gross. Don't worry, I keep things extra clean to counteract her weirdness. So what do you think happens when a kid who likes to drum on the toilet lid stumbles upon a toilet with the lid up? Ponder that for a minute while I continue with my parenting fail tale.

Like I said, I was doing my wifely/motherly duties and kicking some laundry butt when I noticed it had been about a minute since I heard Keelin blabbering to herself or caught a glimpse of her dashing across the hallway. So I turned on my spidey sense hearing and tried to guess where she was while I finished folding the bathroom towels. What I heard was not her normal toilet lid drumming, but something similar. It was a much more prominent slap, as if her hands were wet. WET? TOILET DRUMMING? Oh crap. She turned to look at me right as I stepped into the bathroom doorway, hands, toilet bowl, and FACE dripping with water. Mom WIN.

So the answer to my previous question - What happens when a kid who likes to drum on the toilet lid stumbles upon a toilet with the lid up? She drums on the toilet SEAT, but not before dipping her hands in the toilet water, and sticking her hands in her mouth.

Gross.

So after having a quick laugh... because you have to when you're a parent... I proceeded to wipe off the toilet, and my child. I then got some good use out of my pack of sani-wipes, just for good measure, and immediately called the hubs to tell him of the day's events. I'm the best mom ever. At least she's still alive.

PLEASE join me and Raising Imperfection by sharing a funny story... hopefully your own parenting fail so I cal feel less like a loser mom. K? Thanks.

Until next time...