This was one of those days for me. My daughter, Sage, was taking her nap. I was super busy having a yard sale, friends at my house helping, random shoppers and my 9 month old son was sick... I got so busy that a few hours went by before a lightbulb went off in my head... "This has been an awfully long nap."
Then the internal Mommy alarm bells started going off. You know the ones... She's stopped breathing! She's climbed out the window! She's eaten something in her room and choked! But... As I started up the chairs I could hear her chattering away to get babies and I sighed a deep breath... Shes ok. Thank Goodness... And then I walked into this:
My sweet, sassy Sage had dumped out an ENTIRE large bottle of baby powder! All over her nightstand... Her carpet and rug... All over her! Not to mention, it looked like the room was on fire from all the "smoke" it had created!
I took a deep breath...and coughed! (Because of all the "smoke").
"Oh my word!" Was my reaction, outwardly. Inwardly, I was mad! Thinking about the mess... The time it would take to clean this all up...Ugh!
Deeeep breath!
Then I thought again: I chose to laugh. Yep, just laugh. I took her picture, had her "help" clean up and told her not to do it again... She giggled. She was so proud of her creation. She said "Look Mom! I drew you a picture!" As she pointed to her little finger marks in the powder. And I was proud too, in a way. Of her, and of myself. She is 2 1/2 and I chose to just let her be little.
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