Last Night....

So, it was an interesting night last night as I was putting Bridger down to bed. He seemed to go down okay--after an hour of silence from his room, I decided to go outside and weed the flower bed. Jeremy was gone, but I opened the front window so that I could (hopefully) hear him and/or see him if he needed me. However, I was confident that he was asleep at this point. About 30 minutes into my weeding, I look up to see Bridger running towards me from the direction of the backyard. What??? I was in shock. Why was he outside and for how long??? He started talking right away...something about how a little boy was playing with one of the trucks he left outside--apparently it needed rescuing.

Well, I took him up to his room--hardly speaking--(been trying the super nanny approach), laid him in bed shut the door and left. This time I put up the safety gate on the stairs. At least so I'd know he wouldn't escape again! It was quiet for a long time--probably an hour again. I thought he was asleep until he started calling my name...over and over and over again. For twenty minutes he called my name, so I finally decided to check on him (but I wasn't planning on talking to him... :) ).

I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I opened his door. He had gotten into the $10 jar of brand new diaper rash cream--spread it everywhere. It was rubbed all over the carpet, door, walls (blue walls are a great canvas for little white handprints...) bed, blankets, pajamas, toys and mostly him. He was a greasemonkey at its finest--covered from head to toe with the white greasy stuff. He could tell I was steamed. The jar had been completely cleaned out. There was nothing left. So, he decided to help me clean up. He was handing me wipes-- "here you go, sweetheart.", "here's another one sweetie." Don't ask me why he was calling me 'sweetheart', but it was a smart move on his part, cause it was difficult for me not to laugh.

I cleaned his room silently, wiped him off, got him dressed again and placed him in his bed and left. Ten minutes later, I went up to check on him and he was sound asleep in the very same position I left him. Wow, I must have been quite frightening, I scared him stiff... He has never gotten into anything quite like that before--I'll have to Bridger-proof his room from now on. Oh, well, at least I know now that I'm his "sweetheart".