I cleaned up both of these today within seconds of each other.
The baby hasn't been feeling her best the last two days, so I've been doing lots of nursing, holding, mollycoddling. She doesn't seem to mind this extra attention, but my other girls are starting to feel a bit neglected. They've been picking fights with each other all day, so I sent #1 and #2 out to pick green beans and cucumbers. Ah, all I needed was just 15 minutes of calm...just me Me, The Animal (#3) and The Baby.
I finished my "practice" Tiramisu for my lovely sister-in-law's baby shower, danced the babies around the kitchen and sang to my new favorite song People are Crazy. I didn't notice The Animal escape my sight. I really don't freak out when she's not in view, our house is small and I usually can hear where she is and determine what she's doing. Our household cleaners & medicines are up high or child safety locked, she was probably playing on the porch with her big sister's Barbies since they weren't around.
I cleaned up the kitchen, checked on the Big Girls and picked up the baby. When I called The Animal, she answered, "Ya Good!" I could tell she was in her bedroom playing.
As I was going up the stairs to check on her, The Baby Projectile Vomited all over me, the stairs, herself. We rushed to the bathroom, where I found it was coated in 3 shades of Martha Stewart Glitter. We're not talking a light dusting here, we're talking a good old fashioned dousing of sparkle. It was on the tub, the toilet, the sink, floor and in her hair. The Big Girls came in for a potty break, eyes big with surprize at seeing the glistening wonder that was our bathroom. The Animal quickly dumped the remaining Glitter on their heads in delight.
Now, the Big Girls are showering, the bathroom is clean, The Animal is down for a much needed nap, 4 hard wood steps are shiny clean, The Baby is cleaned up & is happily smiling and I'm currently topless because I haven't had time to put a new shirt on. It's 12:34 p.m.