I had a fantastic incident at my house yesterday! I was in the bathroom, racing to put my daughter’s hair up before her ride for dance class arrived. Now, usually I throw on Sesame Street or some other kid video when I’m helping my older girls, (to keep my younger boys out of trouble) but this time was different. I was going to be a good mom. I was going to keep the TV off and let them play.
“I should really keep the TV off more often.” I was thinking, when it happened. A large clang reached my ears, followed by a thud and crying. I ran out to my main room and saw quite the site.
The kitchen pantry door had been left open and my 1 and 2-year-old boys (Dax and Mase) had taken advantage of the situation. Unfortunate for them, their stealth plan had gone awry. Somehow, they had knocked down a full container of oatmeal and an almost full bottle of canola oil!
I just couldn’t get to them fast enough. They both started slipping and sliding back and forth, like a couple of stooges, and then: Thud! Thwump! As if on cue, their feet slide out from under them and they both fell backwards like dominoes.
I raced over to my two crying jesters. The baby was now a large slick red potato. I grabbed him first and gave him all of the love and comfort I could muster, at arms length. Then I ran to the bathroom, stripped him down, then unloaded my slippery little man in the waterless tub. I went back and grabbed my second stooge, though not before he had tracked oil through my kitchen and living room!
With both boys plopped in the tub, I filled it with a 1/2 inch of water and called my 7-year-old daughter to watch them for two minutes while I helped get Evie out the door. I then got the boys out of the tub, and guess what I did? That’s right, I threw on Sesame Street while I cleaned up the mess. (sigh)
|The outfit of my slippery potato|
|This seemingly small mess took me 45 minutes clean up!|
|My wild bunch|