A chipped toilet tank lid. Mason went to the bathroom, threw the lid and seat up and it broke right off. I wasn't very happy with him because I always tell the boys they are too rough with everything. (I know. They're boys. But c'mon.)
That paled in comparison to this:
Within two hours, Spenser and I took a trip into the bathroom (she's doing much better, thank you) and when she put the lid down, we heard a loud bang on the bathroom floor. I found a large chunk of the toilet, but had to remove the tank lid to see where it fell from. Nice. Luckily the water level is just below the break. I guess Mason wasn't as rough with it as I had thought.
Joe's going to have a fun weekend, huh? Welcome home, honey. Replace the toilet.
And did I mention that the toilet is only six years old and that it wasn't a cheapy one either? We bought one that had an "antique" feel to it to match our original clawfoot bathtub.
This is the "good" surprise. I was thinking about making a twirly skirt for Spenser and was thinking about the red-gingham bias tape. I kept thinking how cute it would be with some "cherry" fabric, which I didn't have. In my mind I decided to use the yellow fabric that I recently acquired to go along with the red. Turns out, it has cherries on it! (I've always secretly wanted cherry fabric. I don't love this fabric, but it has cherries on it!)
Now onto that last of the not-so-good surprises of this morning. I thought, being the first non-school day of the summer, I would "sleep in" (as much as a mother can). Ha! Baby decided that he wanted to nurse at 5:00 a.m. and be all cute in bed with me and try to do some cute baby talking. Then Taylor walked into my room 7-ish and claimed he thought he had pinkeye. So much for sleeping in. (Taylor is very eye sensitive and getting drops in his eyes are worse than 4-year-old Mason.)