Bathroom Drama

Well, the babies wanted to go exploring outside. I let them.
They wanted to pick up dirt. I let them.
They wanted to pick up rocks and wood chips. I let them.
They wanted to play in the bird bath. I let them.
They wanted to eat dirt. I let them (a little).

Then after all of that fun I was going to let them have a bath. I stuck Cameron in the bathroom while I went to get Dallin. Dallin and I arrived back at the bathroom and found that we were locked out. Not in the usual way of being locked out. Cameron had opened the drawers and the door was unable to open more than 1/2 inch. I couldn't even get my fingers in past the knuckles. I panicked.

What if he fell and hit his head? What if he found a way to open the lid of the toilet.... I was very grateful that I hadn't put any water in the tub yet. I did what I always do in those kind of situations: I called Darin (who was at work). "Get the broom handle and shove the door closed," was all that he could think of. I knew that the broom handle wouldn't fit into the door. "Try and get him to shut the drawer." I tried. He follows instructions almost as well as a blind sponge. I got him to come to the door, but he proceeded to play with the door for a second then go back to whatever he was doing before. Finally a light went on in my head. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed the scissors. With the door cracked open, I was able to reach the scissors in and inch the drawer closed. Finally I was able to open the door and see what Cameron had been doing.

Toilet paper everywhere, mud on everything, trash tipped over, things emptied from the drawers and shelves. He was in fine spirits. Needless to say, I learned a lesson. Never think a baby is too young to start having drama in the bathroom!