We have gotten into the habit of closing every door to every room in our house that isn't completely child-proofed so that we don't have to keep chasing Ryder around. Lately, though, we've been slacking off a bit with the laundry room door. The most he ever does in there is open and close the washer and dryer when they're not in use. Well, we kind of forgot about the small can of paint in the corner of the room because it has been months since he last tried to pick it up, and it was too heavy for him to actually lift. Until today. Andrew had just gotten home from work and I was getting Ryder a little snack when I heard a THUMP! coming from the laundry room. It wasn't followed by any kind of cry, so I asked, "Ryder, are you ok?" Silence. I walked around the corner to discover Ryder squatting by the paint can, his hands making circular motions on the floor. He looked at me with a confused look on his face, and I looked at his hands to see that they were covered in white paint. I wanted to laugh and grab the camera, but I did NOT want the paint mess to spread. I stripped him down to his diaper (since there was paint on his shoes, pants, and shirt) and carefully carried him to our bedroom to show Andrew what had just happened. We decided that this definitely warranted an "emergency bath". By this time Ryder was crying because I was holding him and restricting the use of his hands; he cried through the entire bath, probably because he thought we were going to put him to bed in the middle of the afternoon without any dinner. :) He cleaned up just fine, but his clothes, (and my pants) are another story.
showing remorse
mug shot--definitely guilty!
the "crime scene"
(Thankfully Andrew was able to clean it up, minus a couple of spots in the grout).













































