If you’re an avid reader of my blog (aren’t you all? ) then you’ve read my previous post entitled, “It’s Too Quiet…” about my oldest two kiddos’ fun in their bathroom. If that were a movie, then this would be the sequel…

I was sitting in my living room on the couch with my oldest, Kate, just enjoying catching up on emails and skimming through my favorite blogs when it suddenly hit me… I had been smelling something quite strong for the last few minutes. I stopped emailing mid-sentence, looked at Kate and said, “What’s that smell?” As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew what I was smelling and it caused me to immediately throw my laptop on the side table next to the couch and jump up to run into MY bathroom to investigate further.

When I opened the door my first thought was, “OMG!”
Second thought, “I’m going to skin her alive!”
Third thought, “I’ve got to get a picture of this!”

So here’s your first clue…

And here’s your second clue…

And here’s what I first saw when I walked in the door… Somehow my one year old had gotten into the tin that I keep all my bottles of nail polish in and had started opening bottles and ‘finger painting’ on my bathroom floor. There was at least 10 different bottles of nail polish opened and spilled in puddles all across the linoleum. It was on the floor, on the bath mats, on Karis’ pants and face and hands. About the time I had gotten all the pics you just saw and I was starting to clean the nail polish off her face and hands, I finally started wondering to myself, “How in the world did a one year old open that tightly sealed tin? And how did she manage to open 10 different nail polish bottles? I mean, I know she’s really bright and all, but does she really have the manual dexterity skills to be able to turn the top and unscrew it?”

And in walks Ethan. Hands covered in nail polish, blue nail polish on his face. Guess that answers that question.

Needless to say, I had a fun couple of hours afterwards trying to bathe the kiddos and get all the nail polish off of them (it usually scrapes off pretty easily once the skin is wet). And then I got to tackle the bathroom floor, and outside of the shower stall, and cabinet door with about half a bottle of nail polish remover and a ton of cotton balls. I’m happy to report that most of it came up - just a couple of stains left on the floor after a couple of the polishes came up. I’m hoping they’ll come up with some bleach. But the bath mats and the pants? They’re still sporting the reminders of the day that Karis and Ethan tried to finger paint with Mommy’s nail polish.