Yesterday I was dragging around, still not feeling 100%, trying to get the dishes done when Brother woke up from his nap. Little Man lit up at the first "coo" coming from the bedroom and eagerly proposed "visiting" his brother. I acquiesced, thankful for a few more minutes in which to rinse and load dishes.
See, Little Man has this cute habit of pushing his stool over to Brother's bed, peering in, and visiting with him when he wakes up. They talk, giggle, play peek-a-boo, and sometimes toys even make it into the mix. It's great! The boys are busy and happy, I know where they are, and I can get stuff done.
Yesterday, however, as I was working away at the pile of dirty dishes, Little Man came into the kitchen after visiting Brother for a while and said with a mixture of concern and merriment: "I made a mess Mommie." I, not too concerned because the messes he usually makes are small and easy to deal with, asked, "With what did you make a mess?" He responded, "With the powder."
Yes, indeed, there was baby powder all over. It was on the stool, in a large pile on the floor, generously sprinkled in Brother's bed, and worst of all, it was covering Brother.
In spite lightning speed thoughts racing through my brain about lung cancer (I was a little emotional yesterday), sinus irritation, clogged tear ducts, inhaled powder, extra laundry, and not to mention the clean up (sob!), I found a little, irrepressible giggle bubbling up. And I couldn't resist snapping just one photo of poor Brother's confused powdery little face.
Hehe...some days you just have to chose whether to laugh or cry.