I've had quite an eventful morning so far. Kids make life very entertaining. My life must have been very boring and sanitary before kids, but I really don't remember.
As those of you who are mommies know, going to the bathroom is a group event. This morning Noah followed me as usual into the bathroom saying "mama pee pee." I can always count on my son for a play by play. As I grabbed the toilet paper Noah says "paper" (he sounds French when he says this word) and "wipe" and grabs for some toilet paper himself. I let him have a square and he wants to throw it in the toilet so I get up and tell him to throw it in...surprise, surprise, another rookie mom move by yours truly. My son throws the paper along with his hand into the pee-filled toilet. I scream and grab his arm to immediately stop him from contaminating anything especially his mouth. Of course the bathroom sink has Maia's bath tub and toys in it so I can't wash his hands there. I lift him with my free arm and shuffle my way (pants still around my knees) to the kitchen sink as Noah shouts, "Yucky, yucky, wash it!" I pour the entire bottle of soap onto his little hand and proceed to burn him with the extremely hot water to make sure I kill all the germs...okay I didn't really burn him, but he thought the water was hot. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed and finally rinsed and dried him off. I think I might have reacted a little strongly because he was scared of his own hand for the rest of the morning. Oh well, hopefully I scared him enough so that he won't ever stick his hand in the toilet again!