Grease Monkey

So Andy and I were in the middle of going over our inspection report from California (fun times, let me tell you), and I heard some suspicious noises coming from Addison's room.

***Let me insert and tell you that she is no longer in the crib, since she a few too many times escaped, and now "roams free" from the toddler bed. It's totally routine for us to put her down at 7pm and her not give in to sleep until well after we've gone to bed at 11ish.

So I digress, something was going on in her room. I opened the door and found her standing IN one of her drawers with a tub of open Vaseline that had made the rounds already in her room. I called for reinforcements.....and got my camera.

This was after the first bath. I say first because you know that whole "water resistant" purpose of Vaseline in the first place....brought me back to my camp counselor days of '99 when I got creamed for a skit with Vaseline and we had to sneak off the property to go get beer (to get the Vaseline out of course)...

I digress..

Here is my freakishly clean husband, who I love dearly, who spent about an hour trying to remove every ounce of petroleum jelly off of every item in her room.

When I took out the camera to document, Addison proceeded to yell, "Say Cheese!!" to her phone (camera phone? I have no idea where she gets this since my POS phone doesn't even have a working camera)

But cracked us up none the less

And then she proceeded to say, "You're a silly goose." I could have thought of a few other things to say, but sure, we'll go with "You're a silly goose, Addison."

So I googled "getting vaseline out of hair" since I thought I'd use the idea of a bath of beer as a last resort.....not that I'm against using it if I had to, but that's a lot of beer to waste, you know?

Google offered this advice.

And you know what?

I don't know that it worked.

but it sure made us laugh.

We love our little grease monkey!