Jake is a great little boy. Energetic, yes, but really a good kid. One of the things that I love about him is that he is very curious. As a mother, I try to foster this love of learning and exploring by not telling him "no" all the time, so I guess you could say I'm a little more lenient when it comes to the things he can play with around here. For example, I don't stress out too much about him getting into my cupboards and pulling out all the pots and pans. I know that he enjoys banging on them, no one gets hurt, and it keeps him happy. I don't mind if he takes all the books off the bookshelf because, again, no one is getting hurt and he seems to enjoy it. However, I, like every other mother I'm sure, have a breaking point. Pots and pans I can handle. Vaseline, I cannot.
"Vaseline?" you may be asking yourself. Yes, a whole canister in fact. Let me explain... I was sitting here at the computer checking my blog, ironically enough, when this all went down. I knew that Jake was in his room, and he had been in there for quite some time. It was quiet, and I could hear him taking all the books off his bookshelf (why do they find this so amusing?). He does this often enough that I wasn't worried about him, and I continued checking my blog. Then it got extremely quiet. I thought to myself "awww...he's reading in there!" and I, again, went right on checking my blog. I know what you're thinking..."Jake is 14 months old, he can't read!" Alright, true, he can't actually read the words, but he does sit in there with all of his books around him and flip through the pages looking at his pictures.
As I was sitting at the computer desk listening to the quiet I thought to myself, "Maybe I should go in there just to make sure that he's actually reading his books," however, that thought was quickly trumped by, "No, his bedroom is totally baby-proofed...there's nothing that he could possibly get into." You see, if Jake is completely content reading his books then hears me come in, all of the sudden he's not so content anymore and would rather hang on me then sit quietly reading. And so, I continued my blogging and let him hang out in his room. Finally, after much more silence and many more thoughts to check on him, I finally gave in and went into his room. This is what I found:
Oh...you'd think I'd have learned by now!!!!!!!!!! Apparently there was a canister of Vaseline sitting on top of his shelf that somehow he reached up to get (he must have stepped on top of his books that were toppled on the floor).
Right after this incident I threw him in the tub. It's amazing how hard petroleum jelly is to scrub off. We can chalk this one up to "I should have known..."