It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!

Today marks another occasion where I shouldn't have to do anything except enjoy myself and leave the work to others. In the past, it has also been the middle of winter...

oh wait a sec, it IS the middle of winter, though to look outside you'd never know it.


Rascal is too young to understand that mama deserves a break today, so in typical fashion he started the day by dumping chocolate pudding on the table, floor, chair, a few of his Hot Wheels, and a plastic bag for good measure. Then he smeared the whole thing around with his hands and then on himself. This picture was taken after I had already cleaned up about half of the mess.


Now that he was clean, he trotted off to the living room and somehow - I'm still shaking my head - managed to spill Danimals drinkable yogurt down his back...

As I sat down to write this post, he was watching the movie Cars. He munched on some Princess cereal and at some point realized I wasn't paying attention to his antics.

So he dumped his bowl on the floor again, but at least it was only dry cereal. I scolded him and sent him over to clean up his mess. As long as I was watching, he dutifully picked up piece by piece. The moment I turned my back to continue this post I heard the crunchcrunch-crunching of naughty little feet.

I'd take another picture, but frankly I've already done more work than I was planning to on this day...