I had an interesting adventure yesterday. My doctor's office called to let me know that I needed to come in because of an oversight from my previous appointment. I was available right after school, but I had Katy with me. Not exactly convenient, but I thought we could handle it.
When we pulled up to the office, she walked cheerfully through the parking lot, pointing at the snow and being her perky little self. However, she pulled a Dr.-Jekyll-and-Mr.-Hyde once we actually entered the office. Ever since she had to have her stitches, she doesn't love any doctor's office, and I think she recognizes the "medical" smell. So she was less than excited, but SuperMom (that would be me) saved the day by handing over her wooden bead bracelet. Katy is, despite my best efforts, a girly girl in matters of jewelry. :)
We went back into an exam room. I had my blood drawn from my left arm while I held Katy with my right. Everything was going smoothly till I had to use "the facilities." We stepped into the restroom, and as I hung up my coat on the back of the door, I noticed that Katy was toddling toward the non-lidded potty. With my bracelet. The human brain is capable of some pretty rapid thinking, but -- as I learned -- is not faster than the toddler's ability to cause trouble. Before I could stop her.....plop. My beautiful wooden bracelet, a gift from Stephen, was floating in the potty like a piece of..... well, you know. I quickly fished it out and wrapped it in paper towels. I finished taking care of business, and we walked out of the bathroom, leaving my rescued bracelet in a wad of paper towels on the side of the sink.
So after I got home, I realized my mistake and called the office. Their phones were already shut off for the day. I thunked and thunked of a way to prevent my bracelet from becoming a landfill treasure. Fortunately, one of the ladies from my church works in that office, and I was able to leave her a voicemail. This angel of a lady fished through the trash, found my bracelet, and brought it to church last night.
So now I'm the proud owner of a potty bracelet. :) Let me know if you have any thoughts on how to sterilize that puppy...