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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

A Pig in Mud = A Two Year Old in Powder

I had planned to share a cute little story about H asking me to sing him a song at naptime today. But that was before he decided not to take a nap. Instead he spent two hours in his bedroom talking, singing, laughing, saying "All done, Mama" and playing. Finally it was quiet, and this should have been a sign that something was up.

I noticed that his door was shut, he was quiet and assumed he was sleeping.

Until I opened the door and found this....

You may need to click on the picture to see.
Yes that is a bottle of powder in his hands. And there is powder everywhere. His yellow room is white from top to bottom.

As of right now I have spent over 40 minutes trying to clean it up. It's one thing to vacuum powder off of the floor, it's another to get it off of the toys, books, walls, doors and windows.
And while I spent this time cleaning, H has spread his powdery self around the house and took it upon himself to move a chair to the counter and grab a peanut butter rice krispie bar for his snack.

This is one of those things I think every parent must go through. And still, even though cleaning up powder throughout my house wasn't part of my plan for this afternoon, I'm having a hard time being upset with him.

It doesn't hurt that he's so stinking cute!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness.. LOL It brings back this memory.
Thank God it wasn't Peanut butter, when your Uncle Burl and Richard were small Grandma B. was in the basement cleaning and put both boys in the play room Uncle Richard climbed over the door and got the pail if peanut butter, When Grandma came back upstairs that's all she could smell. when she looked in the playroom both boys were coverd head to toe in the greasy stuff, she couldn't even catch them..What a mess that was, all over the windows and walls. HA-Ha..
How cute it is, Powder Fresh.. Gotta Love it. who can get mad with him.
Love you All
Auntie Laurie

June 4, 2008 at 4:09 PM  
Blogger Melissa said...

Oh. My. GOSH. My jaw came unhinged just thinking about it. How do you keep a straight face?! Happy cleaning...

June 4, 2008 at 4:11 PM  
Blogger charish said...

Go H go. When I was that age I put peanut butter on mom and dads records.

June 4, 2008 at 5:12 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

That's hysterical. Love it!!
What a cute little boy.
Could have been worse, it could have been a something else :-)

June 4, 2008 at 5:19 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

I almost fell of my chair I was laughing so hard. Laughing with you of course. Wait, you're not really laughing are you? j did this once, but I caught him just a few minutes in, so it was only on the changing table.

June 4, 2008 at 5:20 PM  
Anonymous Daddio said...

These are things make u laugh & cry at the same time. Saviour the memory. Time is a flyin !


June 4, 2008 at 10:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just literally laughed out loud at this post. Aiden's was a huge can of aerosol hairspray all over the bathroom.
I wonder when H will decide to give himself or the baby a haircut? :P Just wait, it's coming sometime. :)


June 5, 2008 at 12:33 AM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

Powder? Powder!! At least when you opened the door, it smelled pretty nice in there...we had the experience of someone (who shall remain nameless) fingerpainting with something that DIDN'T smell so nice!

Let the H experiences continue - I love your little guy!

June 5, 2008 at 8:19 AM  
Blogger Patois said...

They're wily ones, that's for sure.

June 6, 2008 at 3:27 PM  
Blogger Megasue said...

Wow. That is ridiculous and amazing and hysterical all at the same time. You're kiddos are the best :) Exasperating at times, I'm sure. But the best...

June 6, 2008 at 4:19 PM  
Blogger audrey said...

I just LOVE the photo of H sitting so innocently next to Pooh, as if he's done nothing at all. At least he managed to get some on his bottom:)

June 8, 2008 at 4:23 PM  

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