The Day My Son Turned Two
This happened….
and this…
and this…
Yes, that’s the Birthday Boy right there, covered in diaper cream.
Lying on the floor because he’s tired.
He’s tired because he didn’t nap.
He didn’t nap because he was too busy finger painting his walls, furniture and carpet with an entire tub of diaper cream.
He didn’t stop there.
He opened those dresser drawers and touched all of the clean clothes with his dirty, sticky, greasy diaper cream covered hands.
The photos don’t even come close to showing you just how much diaper cream was on the carpet.
It was covered.
I was sure it would be a complete write off and need to be replaced.
But after 5+ hours, over 2 days and a bazillion cleaning products and methods, the carpet was saved.
Hallelujah, it’s a miracle!
And the killer? It was his birthday.
We couldn’t even go sell him to a band of Gypsy’s.
We gave him presents.
Screw it, let’s go eat cake
The Terrible Two’s just might kill me.
OMG – he is so cute covered in diaper creme!