Mess of the Week: The Someone’s Been Busy Edition

I was doing the laundry.  My sidekick of the smallest variety went missing.  I didn’t notice for a bit, and when I did notice I had just a few things left in my basket to finish so I folded a little more quickly.  Suddenly YaYa called from downstairs, and I scooted down the stairs and into the kitchen to discover my boy sitting in the middle of yards and yards of parchment paper and waxed paper.  Believe me, the picture does not do it justice.  He discovered how to open drawers, and lo and behold, there was much unrolling to be done.  Ahem.  I rerolled.

Just a few hours later I pulled out the leftover birthday cake and placed a slice on a small plate for each kidlet.  YaYa and Mr. SP and my sidekick were up from nap/reading time  and ate their cake.  The Banana was sound asleep, and so her cake remained on the counter.  Mr. Trouble on Two Feet loves cake, and he somehow saw that The Banana’s cake was still on the counter and really wanted it.  The counter is tall.  Mr.Trouble on Two Feet is rather short.  I thought I was safe, but while I was snuggled on the couch reading to Mr. SP, my little friend decided to sneak into the kitchen and managed to slide the plate off the counter.  The cake fell on the floor and he happily ate it up.  YaYa discovered him.

Mr. Trouble on Two Feet also loves the office/ art room.  How is it that toddlers always manage to LOVE the rooms you really don’t want them to be in?  This morning The Banana was working on a special acrylic paint Christmas project.  We left it on the office table along with the paint tray so that it could dry before we worked on the next step of the project.  The door was closed.  I should have been safe.  But once again, while I was snuggled up reaading (this time to The Banana) Mr. Trouble on Two Feet decided to do some exploring, and managed to get the office door open.  He found the paint tray.  What fun!  Slimy green and white and red paint everywhere!  I’m pretty sure he ate some, based on the paint that was spread around on his face and hands.  There was also plenty of that not-so-easily washed paint on his shirt and pants, and lots on the chair and table, and by the end of clean up, plenty of it was on me as well.

There’s never a dull moment around here.  Even when you want one.