Baby Powder

One glorious day about a month ago, my lovely mother-in-law came to spend some time with the children and give me a few hours to myself. She’s fantastic like that, and I really appreciate how much she does for us. She, like grandmothers do, adores my children. She adores Harrison to the point that he can do no wrong. When he’s having a bad day, she pities him and fusses over him while I am frantically thinking up a new punishment. But, alas, this is the way of good grandparents and I love that he is loved so much. It is for this reason that I am exceptionally happy Susan was at our house on what will henceforth be called the “Baby Powder Day”.

I was getting ready to head out to go to the gym, as I work a child care program in the evenings so parents can exercise. I usually have to leave at about 4:40 to get there on time. Susan remarked that it was amazing that Harrison, at such a young age, could entertain himself quietly in his bedroom for a period of time. I puffed out my chest a little, and smiled, thinking that some amazing parenting techniques had to play into this ability my son had. After all, it must have been me who taught him to self-entertain.

At 4:38, my husband came home from work, kissed us, and asked where Harrison was. Susan and I replied that he was in his bedroom playing nicely. Justin gave us a funny look and reported directly to Harrison’s room. He opened the door to find it filled  with a fresh coating of baby powder. All. Over. The. Room. Sheets. Clothes. Train table. Floor. Windowsills.

There were tears. There was laughing. There was disbelief. And there was Harrison, letting us know that there was still a little more powder in the bottle, if we wanted some.

If it weren’t for Susan, who thought this was indeed the most brilliant thing my little tyrant had done, I would have definitely lost my mind on that very day. Luckily, she stayed back and vacuumed while I went to the gym. She changed the sheets. She dusted the windowsills. When I came home, there was my happy little boy, all fresh smelling, and a clean bedroom. The vacuum still smells of baby powder when I start it up, but other than that, I suffered very little from that day. And guess who told me last week that I should pick up more baby powder at the store???

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Thank you for joining me! Here, I will share with you the treasures of memories and parenting experiences that I enjoy inside the walls of my house…and sometimes, if I’m lucky, out in the world so all the general public can witness the dysfunctionality of my daily life. (Yes, I am aware that “dysfunctionality” is not a word, and although, as an English teacher by trade, I probably shouldn’t be publishing non-words in my first ever blog post, I figure this is the one space where I can do whatever I want, so dysfunctionality it is, thankyouverymuch.)

If you’re new to the scene, let me set it for you. I am the happy stay-at-home mother of two small children, Harrison and Ella. I’ve put my love of writing on the back burner to change diapers and pour milk in recent history, so I’m really looking forward to having time to express myself. Just kidding. I don’t have time. The kids are watching TV. We live in midcoast Maine in a tiny tiny house so that we can share all of our time RIGHT NEXT to one another. It’s cozy, really. My incredibly talented and handsome husband renovated the place so we could move from our middle of nowhere home into town, which has been one of the biggest delights of my life. We simply ran out of space after Ella was born into our two bedroom home, and I’m sure we’ll be moving soon. Until then, she enjoys the luxury of a closet-turned-nursery.

This blog is part of one of my new personal goals, which is to write for a half hour each day. So far, I haven’t been doing so well with that goal, but hopefully this will motivate me to keep going. I’m so excited to share my stories with you, and I can’t tell you how much it means that you’re reading them.