We did have someone over for dinner this week. He is a friend of ours, and his wife has been out of town for 6 weeks, attending to her deathly ill mother. I was trying to keep everything somewhat nice for him (you know, toys picked up, cushions on the couch instead of the floor, etc.). I was doing pretty well with that, until the very end. About ten minutes before he was supposed to be at our house (and a few minutes before Derek got home), I realized that Jared was sitting in the pantry with the door closed...NEVER a good sign. I opened it, and he had poured salt all over the floor and himself. Lovely. He went to time out while I cleaned it up. One thing I learned about salt though, is that it takes a long time to really be cleaned up. I swept the floor several time over the next two days before I felt like I was no longer walking on salt. Ah, the joys of parenting. :)
That is a lot more salt than it might appear. If you look closely, you can see it on the plastic around the paper towels.

The salt outside the pantry is from when I picked him up, and it fell off of him. There was another pile like that in "time out" after he had been standing there for a couple of minutes.
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I find the vacuum handy in those moments. Gotta love the tale tale sign of quiet toddlers!
--Julie
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