Vaseline, Mama?

This morning I made the grave mistake of sleeping in until 7:45AM. Brent had gone biking; the house was quiet. The boys were apparently occupying themselves in their room, and Tati is old enough to find something to read. Sadie woke up several times throughout the night, one of which resulted in replacing her diaper...so I knew that would not be needing attention.

Finally, I rolled out of bed thinking how lovely it was to get an hour extra sleep. And then I saw this:

Yes, those are clumps of Vaseline on the wall and in her hair, and yes, she is trying to poke a thermometer in her eye.

I could cry. Not out of concern for her, mind you, but out of pure, unadulterated self-pity. Let's look at the mess while using a flash. (The natural light photos showed the clumps on the wall better, but the flash shows you just how shiny she became...)

Everything that has been safely stowed on the wall shelf was pulled down. Wipes were removed and thrown everywhere. Drawers, emptied. Vaseline clung to toys, shoes, and clothes.

Not to mention to her. She kept rubbing her face as I do when I put moisturizer on in the morning. She is an attentive, if overly exuberant, student.

Oh, Sadie Lou. I don't even know what to say.

She has now had three hair washings with dish soap and cornstarch (look it up on the internet), but she still looks like a greaser. I managed to adequately clean up the mess, but I still need to remove anything that she could possibly get into trouble with. Yes, that cute, colorful pennant might need to go, along with the piggy bank, and the flower vase on the shelf, and the painting by my grandma. It's going to be a while before she can be trusted with anything!