My children cannot be trusted.
Slim reached over his crib railing, opened the deep drawer on his changing table, and took out the baby powder (ok, so it’s the corn starch stuff that isn’t as bad for you if you inhale it, but baby powder sounds better). Then he screwed open the lid and shook it all out. Everywhere. It was on the fan blades, behind the mirror on the opposite side of the room, on the bottom of the seats of his chairs. EVERY. WHERE.
And he was very proud of himself.
Sadly, it also happened a second time. Now there is no powder in his room at all.
Oh, and Peanut did this also when she was about Slim’s age. Fool me once, blah blah blah.
What great pics! …and what a mess!
I treated the entire bathroom with shave gel (the kind that turns to foam). Unfortunately, I was not a baby….as I remember it quite clearly. I was just enthralled with the stuff.
When I was a baby, I took part in a similar incident that involved a huge tube of fish oil-based diaper cream, which I piled all over my head and smeared everywhere. My mom said she had to wash my hair a dozen times to get it all out.