busted!

Josiah is beginning to grow out of naps. Some days he naps, and some he doesn't. I'm okay with that...especially when he plays well in the morning; with a good attitude. A couple days last week I found myself with Mercy in my arms asleep on the couch (ready to sleep myself) when Josiah came out of his room (unable to sleep). I sent him in Mercy's room with toys to play so I could sleep. It worked well the first day, so I didn't think anything of it the second day when I sent him in her room. It is a treat to play in her room since (normally) they don't play in there. (They like to play with the glider rocker and make bridges to the bed...maybe they will be engineers:) Anyway, I found Josiah like this when I went into Mercy's room:

He had gotten into the baby powder. Wow. It was pretty bad. Almost the whole container of my barely used baby powder was gone, and a new, fresh scent filled the room. Not to mention it looked a little cloudy. The first words that came out of my mouth (with I'm sure a shocked look on my face) were "Don't move." I went to get my camara:) This is one of those offenses that I just can't get angry at. I expressed disappointment to Josiah. Laying upon the changing table was Mercy's puppy poodle (from Aunt Francie) covered in baby powder. When Josiah saw me look at the puppy, he broke down crying. Josiah LOVES little stuffed animals like this...he plays with them. He was so upset that he "hurt" (his words) the puppy. He cried and cried. He went to Mercy and apologized for hurting her puppy with the powder. He kept asking me if the puppy would be okay.

I took a baby wipe and wiped the powder off. The white powdered puppy appeared pink again and Josiah was thrilled. The puppy now has a fresh new scent. She is now resting on the dresser to recover:)