Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Today Jack found a tin of black shoe polish in Gary's office.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
So, somehow he was able to open it. Then he scooped it out in both fists. Then he spread it all over his body, in his hair, up his nose and in his eyes when he rubbed his face. He rubbed it into the floor, back and forth. This all happened in about a minute and thirty seconds, as I was trying to put the dinner dishes in the dishwasher. When I saw him, I kind of yelled his name and stood there, trying to figure out what to do first. I carried him away from my body--trying to keep the shoe polish off me, but not really succeeding--into the kitchen. I stripped him down on the floor, leaving black streaks all over the tile, and then tossed him in the sink. I scrubbed and scrubbed and he hollered and hollered and squirmed and fought. I went between frustration and laughing hysterically. I got most of it off him, but it is still ground under his nails so that he looks like a construction worker. I'm telling you, it took me fifteen minutes to get the black residue out of my sink.
Jack goes full tilt all day long, enjoying every minute of it, until he gives out. This picture was taken when we came home from preschool. I laid him on the rug with his bottle, and the next minute he was out. Which rarely happens with him, so I had to take a picture to remember the moment. He just looks so peaceful, it's easy to forget the chaos that goes along with him for a moment.
He's a monkey, but I love that boy.