shower woes

Remember the shower incident? Pretty gross huh?

Well, here's an update. Shortly after I wrote that post, the maintenance guys from our apartment complex came and re-tiled that spot on the shower. Problem fixed, right?

Negative, ghost writer.

A few weeks later, I noticed that the spot that they had re-tiled was not doing so well. The new grout was literally peeling off the wall. Then I realized that it wasn't grout at all! It was caulking material (you know, the white stuff they use to seal off little cracks). It doesn't work very well as grout. Soon after I came to this realization, some more tile fell out of the shower.

So, they came and re-fixed it. The same way. And a few weeks later, guess what happened. Yeah. Tiles on floor.

This happened 6 times. SIX.

Finally, instead of calling the maintenance guys, I called the apartment manager, and this time, they are doing it right.

They had to tear all the tile in the shower out, and the dry wall and even the 2x4's behind it all, let that all dry out, then completely re-tile the whole shower. With REAL grout! Its almost finished!

i'm gonna wash that tile right outa my hair...

last night, as I relaxed in the shower, the unthinkable happened. The shower fell apart. The soapdish and some tile just crumbled and fell off the wall to reveal a stinky, moldy piece of what seems to be cardboard behind it.

gross.

(PS who wants to watch South Pacific now?)

my little fizgig

Portia is a funny kid. She has become fully mobile now and prides herself in her crawling skills. But, as you may imagine, she gets herself into some trouble, at least more than she used to.

This afternoon, I hopped in the shower (yes, I do this often). I left Portia in the living room, surrounded by toys and Baby Einstein, and Brandon was just in the other room studying, but I left the bathroom door open so I could hear her just in case. After a few minutes, I heard her come into the bathroom. Her bath toys were in there and she started playing with them, so I continued my shower. But pretty soon, she stopped making any noise, so I stuck my head out to see what she was up to. She looked fine, just sitting on the rug, holding a rubber duckie. Then she smiled.

Remember on TV, when someone puts too much soap in the washing machine and the bubbles ooze out everywhere? Now imagine that same situation, but in my daughter's mouth. She had found a tiny piece of broken soap on the floor somewhere and was sucking on it. I yelled to Brandon and he got her good and rinsed.

So what happens if when she's older, she says a bad word sometime? I can't wash her mouth out with soap, she likes it!