A Honey of a Spot

Friday, October 16, 2009 7 Comments A+ a-

It’s never good when your husband thrusts your baby at you and says, “Taste your daughter!”

I looked at him warily, wondering if he’d lost his mind, and then glanced at my baby girl who had droplets of something on her cheeks and on her forehead. A quick assessment of her hair showed more droplets hanging off fine hair. Yet, I still wasn’t brave enough to actually taste it. My initial thought, “Oh geez, did Gracie pee on Reagan?” A quick sniff assured me that no, it wasn’t pee, but I couldn’t place the scent.

I looked up at Jon, “What? What is it?”

“Honey!”

An about face to find Hudson across the room.

“Did you do this?” I asked him.

He shook his head slowly. “Nooooooo. Devyn.” Which obviously was the wrong answer, seeing as how she was spending the night at my parents’ house. I burst out laughing as I noticed his sticky hands and face; the obvious culprit to the crime.

Into the tub went the two children and scrubbed clean of their sticky substance.

When Gracie finally came out of hiding about a half-hour later, it was obvious that Hudson had gotten to her too. Fur matted with honey, and incredibly sticky paws. Another bath.

Soon Jon and I were sticking to the floor, and we noticed a honey trail leading from the kitchen to the front door and back down the hallway to the master bedroom. The handrail leading to the basement was covered in honey as well. I scrubbed everything I could and we’re still finding new spots of honey. Guess what we’re doing this weekend?!

There’s a moral to this story. Two-year-old boys can’t be left alone, even for five minutes.

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I’m a coffee drinking, book reading, laundry procrastinating, husband and children loving, mess of a woman who believes that chips and salsa can fix anything. We have chickens running around the backyard, a mountain of dishes in the sink, and on any given morning, I have at least 10 school forms that need my signature or initials. It’s a crazy life {I prefer to call it controlled chaos}, but its ours.

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12:33 PM delete

Thats good for a laugh! glad you can at least have a smile about it...after what you have been through, I might have had a melt down

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Mary
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1:48 PM delete

LOL. Two year olds of ANY gender (Ya get me?) can't be left alone. LOL. Have a great weekend, Jenn!

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Katie
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1:50 PM delete

So SWEET =)

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Courtney
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9:19 AM delete

I love how he was trying to blame Devyn when she wasn't even there. Too cute

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Elise
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7:23 PM delete

Whew- so glad it wasn't Gracie's pee!! :) And I'm glad that Reagan didn't ingest any of that honey... yikes!

Love to you!

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Christine
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10:27 PM delete

Oh I love that boy. Even if he is crazy! He does like to blame Devyn for everything, doesn't he? Ha ha!

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Anonymous
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6:37 PM delete

ha ha! This doesn't surprise me at all that he did this! Love that boy! Aunt alli

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