I woke up this morning thinking I haven't posted anything all week because there have been no crazy/funny incidents. Its like RA heard me and decided to quickly remedy the situation. I put him in the crib with Ry to hang out and within 5 minutes "Powdergate 2011" happens. Apparent, RA reached over and took the powder from the changing table and proceeded to powder Ry. Unfortunately the hubby is the one who found them and he tends not to have a sense of humor about these things. When I looked down the hall, he had Ry in the middle of the floor trying to at least wipe his face so the man can see. Ry looked like a powdered doll I wanted to take a picture of the scene but I could tell the hubster would not have appreciated it at that moment.
The clean up effort was intense. It involved stripping the beds down, dusted all the surfaces, taking everything out the room and vigorously vacuuming the floors. RA just looked at us in wonder like "What happened?" What will I do with this child but love him (and keep all powder away from him)
Poor Ry is such a good sport about all these things! He never cries, he just plays along. I guess I know my answer now: he will be a partner-in-crime!
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