Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Power of Objects

There is nothing quite like the sense of foreboding one gets from ordinary household items once one becomes a parent.

Today's example? The lid from the jar of nappy cream resting on the arm of the couch sans rest of jar.

Pre children, this item would actually not be found in my house, however, had it's lid somehow been discovered there, the worst case scenario would have involved a jar of nappy cream with a dusty top layer. No biggie.

Add a few kids to the mix and that lid will make the hairs on the back of your neck stand nice and tall as the end result usually involves you, following a sticky, white, hand - printed trail around the house until you discover the culprit sitting on the kitchen floor, happily consuming whatever cream has not been used to coat their entire body.

Well, at least she's getting her zinc.


  1. Oh no! That's a good one! N is the type of kiddo that would bring me the jar and say, "Mommy put away?" Number two is bound to be a complete stinker!

  2. Ha! "at least she's getting her zinc"

    Eternal optimist :-)

  3. hahahahah...I hope you did not have a huge mess.

  4. Ah yes - I know that feeling well. Sudocreme all over the new carpet - fab! Award for you at mine. Enjoy! :-)

  5. SO TRUE! Esme delights in unscrewing tubes of cream/teetha/anything she can get her hands on -at least they keep us on our toes...