At some point my husband and I thought it would be a great
idea to let the boys share a bedroom. Andrew was over two years and Jaxson was
just over one. We had just put the boys to bed and went downstairs. Now normally when we put the boys to bed an
hour long event would ensue wherein the boys would do their best to avoid going
to sleep, and we would do are best (short of drugging them, I swear) to try and
get them to go to sleep. However tonight was different. There was no noise
coming from the room, no children sneaking out, no requests for one more glass
of water or one more story. Had a miracle occurred?
Zane and I were now in an unfortunate and extremely
stressful situation that many parents will relate to. The situation that I
refer to is needing to check on the kids because you are sure they are up to
something and fearing that if a miracle has occurred and the kids are asleep
you will wake them up.
When we finally opened up the door, we wished that we had
not. There was Penaten diaper cream EVERYWHERE! Andrew had found a can of Penaten
and had proceeded to paint everything with it: the carpet, the walls, his bed,
his bed sheets, his brother’s crib. When we walked in he was meticulously
painting the rungs of Jaxson's crib. I mean who does that? What kind of sick
mind thinks this stuff up? Well here is a news cast for those of you without
kids or with infants, kids are sick and twisted.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to get zinc oxide diaper
cream off of stuff? The stuff is designed to not come off so that it protects
the delicate little tushies of our toilet challenged offspring. It took us
forever to clean the mess up. Oh and for the record baby wipes gets Penaten off
of most surfaces. Nothing else will, believe me we tried.
After we were done cleaning we scoured the room to make sure
that there were no more sources of potential mess making and went to bed falsely
secure in the knowledge that we had averted any future mess disasters. However,
the mess making masterminds had other plans.
About a week later at about 9:30pm I noticed that the light
was on in the boy’s room. They had supposedly been asleep for about an hour at
this point. I went to check on them and the moment I opened the door I started
to scream for my husband Zane.
Andrew had escaped from his bed and found a rogue can of Vaseline
that somehow we had missed during the Penaten incident. Either that or he is even
smarted then we had previously thought and had stolen if from the diaper bag
during the day and squirreled it away in his room to use later for his
nefarious plans. He had then covered and I mean COVERED his brother in Vaseline
from head to toe. Jaxson was so slick that we could have put him on the road
and slid him all the way to Newfoundland.
I'm not proud of this but I did contemplate a few unsavoury
options at this point. In my defense homicide only crossed my mind for a split
second....or maybe two.....however the only thing that saved the kids from
being dropped off at an orphanage was they weren't open at that time of the night
so I couldn't get directions and I was too mad to operate the GPS on my
phone.
For those of you who ever find yourself in this situation
take note, you can shampoo that kids hair till the cows come home and use a
variety of soap options, but Vaseline will not come out with soap. What you
need is baking soda. Take a huge handful of baking soda and rub it in the Vaseline
affected area. Then shampoo, rinse, and repeat.
Well two hours later we finally had the kids all tucked into
bed and ready to rest and recharge for the new day on the horizon. A new day where they would no doubt cause more
madness and mayhem.
That's funny Robyn and more than true!
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