I sang his praises all day.
We went to the library carnival.
He had done so well.
He was polite, well mannered, he didn't run away from me, he even listened to me when it came time to walk across the street and hold my hand.
We then went home and I tried to put him down for a nap.
He wasn't feeling it, so I put the baby gate up in our room, and let him think it over (quietly).
I figured if he's not going to do a nap, he should at least have some quiet time.
My first mistake, I let him close the door.
Whenever he closes the door, he's always doing something wrong he knows he shouldn't do.
Once I got into the room, I found this:
He'd gotten into my waterproof mascara.
His hands were entirely black!
I put him in the tub, and went to work on the masterpiece that was once our bedroom carpet.
It took forever!
Once I came back to check on him, I found this:
Once I came back to check on him, I found this:
He'd obviously rubbed his eyes;
making him batman.
The real kicker?
It was WATERPROOF mascara!
Meaning:
No matter what amount of scrubbing (eye make-up remover helped).
It looked like he had two black eyes for days.
3 comments:
Those are some good pictures of him. Little stink!
Did I ever tell you about the 2 times my oldest found 1)petroleum jelly and 2)lotion during her nap time that she too was protesting. That petroleum jelly was a bear to get out of her clothes, curtains, bedspread. She had it EVERYWHERE! I feel your pain. What a fun age. :)
Hahaha hilarious! I am sure that was super fun to try and get off lol ;)
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