Baby Powder

So, I'm not sure if this is just me, but it seems that there is something about raising a two year old that somehow reveals your true identity. In my case, I usually discover yet another item that can be added to a fresh list of "character attributes I really need to work on." I hope that someday I can be that mom who is always happy, always creative, always put together, always patient, etc. But usually, today is not that day.
So, in an attempt to divert moments of frustration in a more constructive direction, I'm taking a different approach. Thus:

Mommy Therapy Entry #1:
I struggle with how to entertain my children when things really need to get done. I don't like simply putting them in front of a movie because then they'd probably be watching TV all day. Coloring only works for so long, they can't really read to themselves yet, and when it's 20 degrees outside playing outdoors isn't the best option available. I'm still figuring out how to make this work.
Anyway, this year our garden did pretty well. We had a very nice harvest and were able to can quite a bit of our own food, which just felt awesome. I love growing herbs. I've had this basil plant drying in my kitchen now since October, and I thought it was finally time to get the leaves and seeds off the plant and stored away. I was in the kitchen working with my basil, Abigail was content in her swing, and Clara was playing in the family room with her toys. As I stood there at the kitchen counter stripping away the leaves from the twigs, I was suddenly struck with a the thought that I should go and check on Clara. As I turned around and walked into the family room, this is what I found:

Baby Powder.
I didn't say anything to her as I stood her up and brushed her off. I got the camera, snapped a few pictures, and then went to get the vacuum. Clara watched quietly as I cleaned up the mess. When I turned off the vacuum, Clara came over to me with her head down and said, "Mama, I so sorry. I so sorry Mama."
Wow...that was the most pleasant disciplining experience I've had in a while.

There are also a couple other upsides to the story:
1. At least she didn't decide to play with the Desitin instead of the baby powder.
2. Now my carpet smells delightful.

Thanks for letting me indulge. I feel much better;)