Sunday, April 15, 2007

Tsunami Sunday

I stood in front of the bathroom sink (in my bedroom), trying to quickly blowdry my hair and be done with myself, so that I could then get 3 others ready for church.

He entered my bedroom, his little footsteps bouncing lightly on the carpet and peeked around the corner at me to first scope out the scene. The first thing he did when he trotted in my direction was peek in the little wicker garbage can. Hmm...a cardboard toilet paper roll. He picked it up, peeked through the hole. Too boring. So he threw it down on the ground and moved on.

To the corner rack next to the toilet. I spied him looking up, wheels spinning, thinking as to how he could reach the Lysol Morning Dew air freshener (although it doesn't really "freshen" when sprayed, per se....it just morphs into crap scented morning dew). I had moved it up to a higher rack because he was caught with it last week, carrying it around, trying to figure out how to make it spray. I put down my hairdryer and led him away from the vicinity of the toilet.

Up next, my right side vanity drawer. He gingerly lifted out the blue plastic tray containing all my hair doodies--elastics, barrettes, headbands and set it down on the floor and then proceeded to examine each hairpiece and then discard them. He placed one of my headbands on his little head and made sure to catch my attention so I could laugh and exclaim at his silliness.

Hair brushes were next. He lifted the first one out of the drawer and motioned for me to take it, as if to say, "Here, I think this one will work better on your hair Momma." Hmmm....future hairdresser design engineer, perhaps?

Time for the left side vanity drawer. Wow. Toothbrushes and dental floss. Let's see...how do I open this little white container? Oh yeah, it just lifts up! And this string? Can I just keep pulling and pulling it? Yep, I can.

By this time I was done blowdrying and starting to put on my makeup. This caused him to whine at my leg, strain up on his tip-toes, peek his nose up over the counter and motion for me to let him have some too. No, thank you. The last time Mommy let you play with her makeup, you licked her blush. Hmmmm....future cosmetologist painter, perhaps?

After realizing I wasn't going to let him play with my cosmetics, he moved on to my closet, and started pulling out shoes, one after the other. Wow. I have a lot of shoes.

When I was finished, I cleaned up the sink area and then turned around to exit the bedroom. It was completely and totally trashed.

All this is why Baby is NEVER ALLOWED in my bedroom.

But Mom, how can you resist this cute face and irresistible bod?

10 comments:

Toni said...

I'm a mean mommy. I have never allowed my boys in my room. As the only estrogen producing human in the house, I want and deserve my darn space! I'm sure you can understand!

tulipmom said...

Answer: You can't! What a cutie!! As for the floss, I've started buying the generic because Sweet Boy is going through it like water. LOVES it.

Jennifer said...

Sounds like everyday at my house! My son's "toys" of choice are lingerie, maxi pads, and tampons. Nice.

Adorable boy!

Annie said...

This is why the door to our bedroom has a 'childproof' handle cover thingy on it. In case E breaches that, we have the bathroom drawers latched with those wee latch thingys - and when all else fails and I have to spend time getting ready to go somewhere - I dump her in the tub, water included with a few toys - she's not interested in touching any of my boring stuff then.

onehotpotato said...

i know exactly what you mean. tsunamis take place here too! that's why i love the word containment...

Beth said...

I'm so glad that this stage is behind me. We'll kind of.. it kind of makes me miss the fact that my "little" boy isn't so little anymore. And yes you are right, how can you resist that cute little face!

Heather said...

I'm mean...when they come in the bathroom while I'm drying my hair, I pretend I can't hear them screaming at me and I blow at them with the dryer until they leave.

Shauna said...

He's so cute!
We had a baby gate on our bathroom door when Nicholas was a baby. Mostly so he wouldn't 'explore' the cat's litter box.

Kerry said...

patient mommy - I would have flipped my wig at the toilet paper roll!

moodswingingmommy said...

What a cutie! I have a little whirlwind here too, and it is a good thing that their cuteness is such an effective built-in defense mechanism.

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