He Snow Angel

The title makes no sense unless you say it faster. I'll explain why but first I often wonder if the title of my blog should be something like "The Mischievous Antics of the Babiest" or "Earning the Grays--One by One." I don't think people really believe me when I tell them stories of M. I've decided to take pictures. I can use them to blackmail him one day when he's getting married. You better pick me out a really nice nursing home or I will show her what her kids will be like.

This is what happens when I iron clothes. I found him stomping in the baby powder. When I return with the vacuum I find him making snow angles. I guess southern kids need to improvise snow scenes.





I now realize the best way to avoid this in the future is to stop ironing. I think I'll probably have to put the powder out of reach instead, but the first plan sounds like the best one to me!!