Throw Away Your Vaseline!

Yesterday, I was exhausted. We'd had a playdate at the splash park, and I came home wanting one thing, and one thing only: a nap.

The toddler, on the other hand, was wired. So, since I'm the momma and my exhaustion occasionally gets to win out, I put him in his bed and told him not to get out, that it was nap time. I'll do this on days when he won't take a nap. He still has to have a bit of "quiet rest time."

Two minutes later, I was blissfully sound asleep on the couch.

About an hour later, I was woken up to the toddler in the playroom; he was banging his box of trucks and cars. I called him into the living room, well aware that he was going to get at least a time-out for getting out of his bed.

He came walking up.

Something didn't look right.

It looked like he was soaking wet--like he'd been swimming or something.

And then the smell hit my nose. . .

The distinct smell of Vaseline.

"Don't touch anything!" I cried out. I then looked, horrified, down the hallway--the slick, greasy hallway. I walked carefully into his room, and sure enough. . .

"Oh! It's messy! Clean up!" the toddler shouted, as he dove for his favorite lovey to get right to cleaning this mess that surely someone else had made.

"No! No! Don't clean up anything! Come on, we're going to take a bath!" I shuffled him as quickly as I could into the bathroom.

I thought as soon as I got some warm water and soap, that Vaseline would come right off. WRONG. I tried toothpaste, baking soda, Dove body soap, Johnson & Johnson shampoo, Dial dishwashing soap, my husband's facewash, my facewash, Head and Shoulders, and cornstarch. The facewashes seemed to work best, but let me tell you that 24 hours later, his hair is STILL a greasy mess. (Yes, two days before his birthday party. Kill me.)

At first he didn't mind the experimenting. . .

But he started to lose it before too long. . .

People, here is my message to you: Throw away your Vaseline.

Like seriously, when have you ever even used it?

I cannot begin to tell you how awful it was to get the bulk of it out of his hair. My husband even said at one point, "We might have to cut it--" "NOOOOO," I shrieked (yes, shrieked).

Yep. Somebody is definitely turning two tomorrow. Lord help.