Contrary to rumors I've heard are flying, I am still alive and still of mainly sound body and mind. Ok, so the sound mind part might be a bit of a stretch, but what's new, right? Since arriving home from North Carolina last weekend, I have been outlandishly busy with the norm, on top of playing fielder to my destructo four-year-old. Dominic has suddenly become fiercely independent and very... er... curious and "helpful" (his word, not mine). Let me give you a run-down of the past five days...



Day #1 - Dominic dropped a large-ish container of yogurt all over the CARPETED dining room floor. It landed in such a precise way that I am still cleaning up hard, sticky spots that have dried a good ten feet away from the area of impact.



Day #2 - During his "rest time", Dominic's four-year-old mind concluded that it would be a good idea to pour half a bottle of baby vapor bath down his drain (and, of course, inadvertently onto the carpet and every other surrounding porous surface) and dump a nearly-full bottle of baby powder down the vent in his floor. You can imagine the problems that I'm bound to encounter when the weather gets hot and I need to start running our A/C. Who needs air freshener? It's going to smell fresh as a baby's bottom in here for about the next 6 years.



Day #3 - Dominic got thirsty in the wee hours of the morning and decided that he needed a drink. I came downstairs the next morning to a skim of Juicy Juice covering an entire counter, most of the floor, and - of course - the areas between the counter and the stove and refrigerator due to the run off.



Day #4 - I vacuumed upstairs and forgot to bring the vacuum back down before Dominic's rest (read:terror) time. I went back upstairs some 20ish minutes into rest time and found the entire contents of the vacuum bag strewn around his room and a baby powder (in the vauum bag from day #2's incident) cloud hovering so thick that breathing was definitely difficult.



Day #5 - Dominic went into my bathroom in search of hair gel, apparently. He proceeded to find and spill the gel everywhere and also spray half a bottle of coconut-lime body spray and another half bottle of expensive perfume on himself and the carpet.

Today is Day #6 and I am living in active anticipation of the daily drama yet to unfold. So, I've been a little preoccupied and blogging has fallen a bit low on my list of priorities. Regular posting should resume when the children go to school or sometime in 18 years or so...