The Very Milky Boy and Other Tales
Posted on November 3, 2007 - Filed Under Kids | 1 Comment
Take 2 sleep-deprived parents. Add a happy, awake baby (from 2 am on). Mix with a rambunctious toddler around 4:30 am and you have . . . . a complete disaster.
The boys were up VERY early this morning and Irving said he would look after them. ahem. He did the completely reasonable thing, of course, put the toddler in the crib with the baby. Then he went back to sleep. I feel it is important to note that as soon as he said “I´ll get up”, I was snoring again.
I woke up to silence. Which, as anyone with a toddler knows, is a very bad sign. “Irving, where are the boys?” I shook him. Nothing. I smacked him and he leapt up and yelled. Then he said, “Quick, grab Dante! DORIAN!!!!” And handed me a white baby. I´m not talking white as in Canadian. This kid was caked in milk powder. About a quarter of an inch thick. All over his head and his entire face. He couldn´t open his eyes. I´m SO SO regretting not taking a photo, for future reference, but at the moment, I just wanted to get it off him and let him see again! Of course, Dante wasn´t complaining. He was quietly and happily licking the powder off his lips.
Do you know how difficult it is to get milk powder off a sweaty baby? Let me save you the trouble of trying it yourself . . . it took fifteen minutes to get him reasonably uncaked. Every swipe of the cloth just turned things into a sticky paste. Anyway. Irving is bathing them right now. I took the crib outside and shook out all the blankets and this is what I found in the crib . . . all things Dorian reached from the crib . . .
- 2 packets of ketchup, unopened, thank goodness!
- a teddy bear caked in milk, too
- a shoe, miraculously unscathed
- Irving´s phone which may or may not need to be soaked in water for a few days
So, that little fiasco was over. I was heading outside and Dorian started tripping me, walking in front of my legs and, being just a tad grumpy, I yelled “FUERA!” Which means “get out (of my way)”. Being the perceptive little person that he is, he yelled right back, “NO SHOES!” Right. You can´t go outside in bare feet. I didn´t bother explaining that I meant out of my way, not go outside.
Anyway. Things are getting back to normal. From now on, I think I´ll be the one to get up with the boys, no matter how late I stay up on a deadline.
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Oh my! What a day!
My oldest (now age 16) as a toddler, once coated her entire body in Desitin and baby powder — hair included. I didn’t think that would EVER come out.
Thanks for the chuckle.