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I LOVE my iPhone.  More than anything.  (Okay… except for Dan and the kids.  Most of the time.)  It is the one thing I don’t let the baby even go near, as he puts EVERYTHING in his mouth and we all know that water is the iPhone’s worst enemy.

Tonight, while Dan and Jack were away at the Pinewood Derby Weigh-Ins (thank goodness that‘s almost over), I fed the remaining children, put the older ones in front of a movie and then stripped the baby.  Tossing aside the baby bathtub, I cleaned our tub thoroughly so Andrew could have his first grown-up bath.  He loves the water and the baby tub is too confining to play much.  So, on to the big tub.

After giving Andrew a good scrub, I gave him a few toys and let him have at it.  Too adorable to keep to myself, I grabbed my iPhone and parked myself on the potty lid so I could snap a few pictures.

All was going quite well until he started grunting.  Knowing exactly what was happening, I panicked.

I jumped up, set my phone down and grabbed Andrew as the last poop ball was deposited into the water.  I set him on the floor and ran into the kitchen to grab some HAZMAT supplies.  As I stepped out of the bathroom, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my phone on the side of the tub.  And Andrew standing next to it.

I ran back into the bathroom, trying to stop the nightmare that I knew was coming.

P-L-O-P!  Went my precious iPhone into the bathtub.

Freaked, I stepped around the wet, naked, poopy baby and grabbed my phone out of the water.  I ran into the kitchen, pulling off the cover as I went.  Simultaneously, I dug through the pantry for some rice and a plastic baggie.  Having previously left a phone out in the rain overnight, I knew the drill.  It didn’t work for me last time, but I’m praying – PRAYING – that with the best case ever and my quick response, my iPhone will survive.

Pray with me, please.  Already, I am feeling the symptoms of withdrawal.  I’m supposed to leave it turned off for several days.  I don’t know if I can do it.  But, I will try anything to save my precious phone.

I have unforwarded my home phone, so I’ll be able to take calls on that.  No texts for me – in or out – and I’ll have to actually go to my computer to check in on Facebook or read my email.

Oh, the horror!