Thursday, March 15, 2007

Baby Morning Blues

Yesterday started out as a "where the hell are my keys?" morning. We spent 10 minutes looking for them, but the girl was going to be late for school so we took my wife's car. I get back, get mostly dressed for work, then start looking for the keys. Marissa is convinced that the boy picked them up at some point and stashed them somewhere so he can pull them out two days hence and go "ta-da!" He did this same trick with her cell phone last month.

After about 45 minutes, I finally remember that I was using my keys out in the garage the previous afternoon to pry off something from the boy's wagon so I could get the wheel to be tighter. A quick dash out to the garage and I have them. I finish getting dressed, and as I'm about to leave, I hear a cry of anguish from Marissa...

Yes, the boy got into a bucket of paint. We turned the very small back deck into a play area, complete with astroturf and a slide, but somehow an old rusty bucket of white paint had materialized in the corner under the bench, and the lid was of course loose enough for the boy to get it off. After getting the majority of the paint off of him, I finally stumbled into work about 9:45, just thankful to be there.

3 comments:

Nome said...

I know it is hard to believe, BUT one day you will think that was sooooo cute!!!

TheHeffer said...

That's it. I'm calling D.H.R.

TheHeffer said...

I see that when Jack does something bad, he's referred to as "The boy".