With my first four children, I never child-proofed anything.
I prided myself (and we all know pride is a sin) with the fact that I house-proofed my babies instead of child-proofing my house.
But that was BEFORE.
Before I had three toddlers, all the same age.
It's not that they are unusually naughty.
And it's not that I am not vigilant at teaching, training, and watching them.
Fact is, there are just more of them than there are of me!
Contrary to what my Momma always said, mothers do NOT have eyes in the back of their heads.
I just cannot always catch my littlest ones before their toddler curiousity gets the better of them.
This week was the final straw.
Gabbey and Lyssie flushed EVERY toothbrush in the kid's bathroom---AND the toothpaste!!!---down the toilet. Oh, and did I mention the toilet had already been used?
The toothpaste didn't go down. Lucky me, I got to fish it out of the used toilet.
Three of the toothbrushes got plunged back out (at 2 am, by Mommy again) after one of the children had an upset tummy, used the toilet, and then called for me because it wouldn't flush. TEN minutes of plunging later (at 2 am!) three of the kiddie toothbrushes reappeared.
I'll let you use your imagination as to who fished them out of the USED toilet again.
So, the line has been drawn in the sand.
And I surrendered.
Yep, after 11 years of parenting and 7 children, we bought our first child-proofing gear today.
Eight of those little doornob things that go around the doornob so the babies can't open the doors. (How's that for a description?)
We came home, installed them to the pantry, BOTH bathrooms, my closet, and the girl's bedroom.
Brent and I experienced great delight when a few minutes later Ethan tried to open the pantry door. (and raid my chocolate chip stash, no doubt)
"Hmmm." he said thoughtfully, while trying to open the door.
"Guess that won't work anymore!" he muttered as he walked away.
Victory is sweet in the Bergey house tonight.
And all our children have brand new toothbrushes, too. :)