I have a confession. Sometimes when Russell goes to work, he puts on Incredibles or Kipper for Jonas while Gwen and I try to catch a little more sleep. I know. It's pretty stupid of us to leave an 18 month old to his own devices. But you'd be surprised at how being sleep deprived changes things. "Yeah, that's dried snot on the couch. I'll get to that eventually." "Peanut butter and Nutella sandwich? That's the breakfast of champions!"
So far he's been fine with it. He'll eat the breakfast Russell sets out for him, play with his toys, read his books. And if he wants me he'll bang on my door until I come out.
Today was different.
This is the only living plant that I've bought that I haven't killed. It lasted a couple years. It coulda survived a nuclear holocaust with how little water and attention it needed. It just couldn't survive Jonas.
This was as gross as it looks. Soaking crock pot + paper towels = blech.
I'm still puzzled by this one. Normally this little dresser and the box below are switched. Could Jonas really have moved them? Russell... was this you? In any case, the knobs for the dresser above...
... are in this bowl over here.
But even with the big mess. I'm really grateful, because this was sitting on the couch:
Unopened thankfully. I have no idea how he got a hold of this. I've been keeping it up in a place that I thought was out of reach to prevent a repeat of this. Man, it could have been much MUCH worse.
I think I've learned my lesson. No more sleep for Mommy.