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
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
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?