Cuteness can be Hazardous

Don't let this cute face fool you. 

The vendetta continues. With a vengeance.

Tonight Grandma Spoon and the three of us went to the Salish Lodge & Spa. We have had a lovely time, a fantastic dinner (crab, rabbit and prime rib among the three of us, with delicious desserts too) and took in the view of the waterfall. Which just happens to be directly outside our room. Walk onto the balcony and there it is, in all of it's raging glory.

Well, the waterfall has been a bad influence on our Baby Spoon. During her 9 PM feeding time our "Thunder from Down Under" proved exactly why we gave her that nickname. And, boy did she ever prove it. Mommy Spoon counted a total of at least four displays of Baby Spoon's wrath against her Winnie the Pooh diaper. Within ten minutes. On the same diaper.

The carnage was total devastation. Things looked so bad that I couldn't fix the damage with a mere wet wipe. We're talking big, messy and loud. From one side to the other. In all four directions. A whole box of wet wipes wouldn't have corrected the vengeful attack of our Babykins against poor Pooh bear. Poor Pooh bear.... oh, the irony.... (Hurricanes and tornadoes leave less of a mess than our "Thunder from Down Under")

Once again, Daddy Spoon stepped up for the rescue. I had to rush Babykins to the bathroom and run warm tap water to clean up her revenge against Tigger and Pooh. That was the most expedient means to solve the crisis and made me very glad that we hadn't gone out hiking or something. Could you imagine? Dealing with this out in the wilderness is not a pleasant thought. 

After a good ten-minute impromptu bath -with a giggling Mommy Spoon busy documenting my "Daddy of the Decade" efforts at cleaning up Babykins- the crisis was averted, the circle of life was restored, the four horsemen of the apocalypse were turned away and we had our smiling and lovable Baby Spoon back. 

But don't let that cute smile fool you. The vendetta will continue... -Daddy Spoon.