ANOTHER potty Adventure

Well, Anjolie has done it again! You might remember the fate of her "paci", in one of my first posts on this blog, -she accidentally dropped it in the "potty" at the O-club when my DH (dear husband)lovingly took her...yep FLUSHED. My husband has recently had the opportunity to redeem himself...isn't that wonderful. I know he was just thrilled at the chance. This time, it was a cute little Cookie Lee ring that I had bought her, and ironically, it was on another Sunday. We were getting ready for church (as if we needed any more chaos on a Sunday morning right?) I was in the bathroom doing my hair and make-up when Anjolie's sweet little face looked up and she said, "Mommy, my ring is in the potty by accident", then her little lip puckered out and she started to cry and buried her little tow-head into my legs sobbing. I looked, and sure enough, there her little sparkling pink flower ring sat- at the bottom of the bowl...amidst a swirling sea of tissue (Anjolie LOVES to throw LOTS of tissue in). Brian comes in...and at first I was afraid to tell him, but I told him and he did not seem too displeased...rather- he seemed eager to redeem himself for his little princess. Brian planned his "attack" and came in, confidently, with an unraveled hanger, but he was a little over confidant because as he was dragging the ring up the side of the bowl, he pushed it right into that little hole in the front (what IS that little hole for anyway?). "GO FIGURE!!" he grumbled loudly, face red with frustration (that was quick) and quickly flushed the toilet to Anjolie's wailing "MY RING...*gasp* MY RING..." I was just quietly doing my make-up and trying not to get involved...which is best when these sort of things happen, but I gently reminded Brian how much Anjolie loved that ring and to try and be a little more sensitive. I told Anjolie that perhaps I would just buy her a new one...which seemed to fill Brian with a fresh new fervor for getting the ring because out of the corner of my eye...I see him doing what I thought was impossible!! Brian, who was already dressed for church, had his sleeve rolled up, tie safely tucked away and was down on his knees with his finger digging in that little hole!! It was all I could do to hide my shock and amazement...I really could NOT believe it...Brian...with his hand in the toilet..it just doesn't happen. I stopped what I was doing and stood silently with Anjolie out of respect for her valiant father. "Anjolie" I said in an "awe-hushed" voice "do you see what your Daddy is doing for you honey?" Brian continued to work and grunt a little in his effort to retrieve the stuck ring.. "Your Daddy sure loves you honey.." I prayed as Brian worked with such effort, I thought "Surely, Lord you would bless in this moment! Please, let him get the ring, please" I was afraid of what would happen if he didn't after *ahem* stooping to that degree to get it. It was a humbling moment as we stood there silently, hoping and praying that my poor husbands efforts would yield favorable results. Such a loving moment... ended very abruptly ...and came crashing down when Anjolie, who had been silent (in shock I think), said very loudly "BUT THERE'S POOP IN THERE DADDY!!...POOOOP!!"...

...searching abruptly stopped for the little ring when it seemed to "dawn" on Brian what he was actually doing. Brian never was able to get the ring out, but he sure gets a gold star in my book for Heroism.