When you can't find the 2 year old, it ALWAYS means trouble.

Sunblock (brand new bottle)

Baby Powder (those ARE BLUE jeans)

Yesterday was such a beautiful day. We had the windows and doors open. Kids running thru the house. It was great. All of the sudden I realized that Jacob hadn't been around for about 10 minutes. Everybody went on a hunt for him. I found him when I saw an open van door. I rounded the corner to the van and an overwhelmingly smell hit me in the face. Baby powder. A Lot of baby powder. As Joseph said, it could have been worse. It could have been the contents of his diaper. The seats, the floor, my wallet, the carseats, and especially him, were covered.
It reminded me of the time when Joseph and Parker were about 8 and 6 and they had these guns that you cocked and they popped when you shot them. One day I walked upstairs to a storm of baby powder. You could barely see thru the haze. They had filled the barrels of the guns with powder and shot them. I think that they had seen a western and were reenacting. Powder is a lot easier to clean up than sunblock however.

This morning I woke up to cries of, "Jacob is white! He dumped out the sunblock!" Jacob can crawl out of his bed. Usually I hear him tromp down the stairs, but this morning I was sleeping hard. It was about 6:45 and Gabe and Abby were already up and watching t.v. I was trying to get a little more shut eye.

I came racing into the kitchen, and sure enough he is fingerpainting with a very aromatic white liquid all over the computer desk. Lovely. The whole desk smells like sunblock no matter how much I scrub.

As I sit here typing I have this urge to kick off my shoes and run my toes thru the sand. I wish I were at the beach right now.