My Little Trixter

This is now I know for sure (other than the more ovbious reasons) that AB is truly KB's daughter.

On Friday two friends came over to watch AB so KB and I could go on a date. I was running a bit late and was just getting around to straightening my hair. If we are in the bathroom and the door is open, it is guarenteed that AB will join us. She loves to play with the door that separates the sink area from the toilet/shower area, weigh herself on the scale, and to attempt to open all of the drawers. Just as I walked out of the bathroom to talk to our friends, AB walked in. She shut the door and opened the drawer that is just on the other side of the door...effectively locking herself in the bathroom.

We were able to crack open the door by about 1/4 an inch, enough to see that she was enjoying herself. She emptied the contents of this particular drawer, beat on the toilet seat lid, unrolled toilet paper, and felt around in the trash - all the while I was absolutely freaking out! I kept thinking about my super hot hair straightener (thankfully the cord was not hanging over the edge of the counter), her trying to drink the toilet water or falling into the toilet, choking on something small, or finally figuring out the baby lock on the cabinet that holds bathroom cleaning supplies - you know, worst case type of situations.

We tried all sorts of things to close this drawer, none of which worked, especially telling AB to close the drawer. She just kept laughing at us. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably just 5-10 minutes, KB decided to see if he busted his way in, if the drawer or the door would win. We have broken doors in our apartments by just by pushing them open in places other than the handle, so we figured the door would loose. When KB was sure AB was playing with the toilet again he busted his way in. The drawer lost, and AB seemed disapointed that her free play time in the bathroom was over. Somehow the drawer still works. It all worked out fine, and mommy can breath again.