The Blue Handprint

There’s a reason I don’t blog when the boys are awake.  It may take me longer to get around to reading, commenting, and writing, but it’s just not smart when you have a three-year-old and a twenty-two-month old.  Sometimes I forget why I have the rule, and I need to be reminded.  My dad says it’s the blonde genes coming out.

 

Yesterday I kept telling myself I’ll just read one more post, make one more comment.  Evan, who woke first, was happy to color on the table next to me with markers, telling me what he was drawing and what they were saying.  When he grew bored and wandered away to play with cars, Sean replaced him, coloring with glee.  It was at this time that I thought I was being a bad mother and decided to play with the boys.

 

I picked up the markers and brought Sean out to play with Evan and me.  Soon after we started playing, Evan let out an “oh my gosh.  I need to go potty.”  I went with Evan, leaving Sean alone.

 

I wasn’t gone that long.

 

So I thought.

 

I also thought I had put away all the markers.

 

When I returned to the room, Sean was busy coloring his hand blue.   BLUE.  Every part of his hand was BLUE.  BRIGHT BLUE.

 

Sean looked up and smiled his huge beautiful smile.  “Blue!” He showed me his hand.  “Blue!”

 

I stood still with shock as I stared in horror at Sean’s wet bright blue hand as he sat in the middle of the floor of light tan carpet in a rental home.

 

Ok, go get the paper towels.  I took two steps toward the kitchen, away from Sean.

 

No!  Wait.  What if he touches the carpet when I’m getting the paper towels?  Where are the wipes?  There they are.

 

I took three steps toward Sean who was sitting near the wipes.  He looked at me with confusion written all over his face.  I tried to give him a reassuring smile, which might actually have been a grimace.  But what ever look I gave him, it was clear that he thought it meant we were going to play “Catch Sean.”

 

With a big grin on his face, Sean dropped the marker and placed his hands in front of him to get up and run.

 

NOOOOooooooo!

 

I crossed the room and picked him up.  I stared at the blue handprint stain on the carpet.

 

I carried him facing away from me to the bathroom, where I scrubbed his hands cleaned.  I returned to stare at the stain.  Should I run check the magic box for an answer or should I just start dapping it?  Windex worked on the nail polish stain.  Would it work with markers?  What should I do?  What should I do?  What should-

 

My eyes landed on the baby wipes.  The magical baby wipes that had taken out poop stains, urine stains, even a pen stain.  I dropped to my knees and started to clean the stain with baby wipes.  Once the stain was almost gone, and I couldn’t get it out any more.  I checked the magic box, which said to use hand sanitizer.  And you know what?  It worked.

 

And Sean was so curious that helped me blot it out, and then I decided it was time to play outside.

 

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12 Responses to “The Blue Handprint”

  1. GoodEnoughWoman Says:

    Perhaps you should just prepare now to lose some of your deposit if you ever move? With little ones, it seems inevitable that things will be smudged, stained, or slightly damaged when you depart, no?

  2. Gibby Says:

    Wait a minute, I thought your luck was supposed to be turning around?

    This was kind of funny, ONLY because for once it wasn’t me! Sorry! Make sure you get those washable markers. I feel like I should get stock in those things.

    And thanks for the hand sanitizer tip, never knew that one.

  3. ck Says:

    And I thought I had it bad when I chased a yogurt-fisted baby up the stairs. Guess I was wrong.

    And ditto for the hand sanitizer tip. Good to know…

  4. tlc Says:

    I love stories like this! (check out my “Well, that’s Life” post). I can just visualize a cute little blue handprint on a light colored carpet…you should have taken a pic of it!

  5. Steph at the Red Clay Diaries Says:

    As I read, I was thinking, “Ooh, ooh! Use baby wipes!”

    I almost let out an audible cheer when you did. 😉

    I think I need a new hobby.

    [Glad you got the stain out!]

  6. Court Says:

    Wait a minute, I must have missed it? What is this heavenly thing you call the ‘magic box’?

  7. KathyB! Says:

    It has to be in a rental house, doesn’t it. Thank goodness you knew all of the sneaky mom tricks. And double-thank goodness they weren’t using Sharpies : )

  8. Ink Says:

    Soooooo glad you fixed everything. You’re a rock star, Fae!

  9. C Says:

    Baby wipes and hand sanitizer…who would a thunk it?! I am glad it came up. Great post *wink*!!

  10. faemom Says:

    GEW~ Perhaps you’re right. It may make things less stressful. Or I could just put down plastic everywhere.
    Gibby~ *roll of eyes* Yeah, my luck is changing . . . for the worse. Seriously, I;m glad it made you laugh.
    ck~ Another handy tip windex when nailkpolish gets on the carpet. I think you’ll need that one.
    tlc~ I never think of my camera when I need it.
    Steph~ That’s totally awesome!
    Court~ The “Magic box” is what my bff calls my computer as in “Fae, you idiot, why didn’t you ask the magic box what reciepes work with chicken, celery and beans” Or “Fae, the magic box knows which Happy Meal toys are out.” or – I guess you get the point.
    KathyB!~ My deepest fear is Sharpies, so they are up with the scissors. So when I post about how they cut their hair, I’ll get to mention they wrote on their bodies and walls with Sharpies.
    Ink~ I try. Now I have to be all adult and clean up messes right away. bummer
    C~ Thanks. You never know how what magical supplies you have until you have to ask the ‘magic box”

  11. faemom Says:

    You know, darlin’, you might not want to read the blog. Some of the things they do might turn your hair grey.


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