Wednesday, August 19, 2009

In which I re-create the Exon Valdez spill using only my index finger and a jar of Vaseline

So, the doctor sad that we should put a little Vaseline on Myles’s head about an hour before bath time to help with the teeeeeency bit of cradle cap he has. Right. OK. This seems reasonable so I dip my finger into the jar and smear the Vaseline on his perfect little head of beautiful strawberry blond locks. He now looks ridiculous, however, he did not scream, cry or seem even the slightest bit upset. This will be fine I tell myself. I proceed on with my evening as follows:

I feed him his bottle, then his rice cereal, then one final burp for good measure. Wait, what is that warm stuff running down my back? Eeeeew. I change my shirt. Oh and my pants. And my right sock? Nice shot!

OK now time to hose Myles down. I gingerly place my baby boy who is now coated in rice cereal and Vaseline into the tub and begin to wash. I did his hair last. I always do the hair last. The Vaseline did not come out. OH GOD! Look at his head! It looks like the Exon Valdez spill up there. Okaaaaaaaaay. Don’t panic. I look at the bottle. No Vaseline removal instructions. Perfect. Thanks for nothing Johnson & Johnson. I got him dressed and attempted to comb his hair. I thought, maybe it will comb out? Not so much. Myles now has hair that resembles some horrible hybrid of a Donald Trump comb over and that one creepy guy on Lavern & Shirley with the oil slick head.









Then *the* most terrible thing occurs to me what if it stays like this forever? ACK! I am the most terrible mother ever in the history of the world. You know how people say oh, she wouldn’t hurt a hair on his head? Well I did! In fact, I ruined all the hairs oh his perfect little head. ALL OF THEM! GAHHHHH! OK, Think of something positive I tell myself. Look for the silver lining. I comb through the sticky wad of hair and do the only thing I can think of, I give him the ultimate baby Mohawk. Huh, his hair is really getting long.

OH. MY. GOD. FOCUS Woman! What else can you do? Who will know what to do. 911? Probably overkill. Instead I settle for calling my Mother-in- law who raised 3 boys who once attempted to jump down the laundry chute for fun. She can handle pretty much anything. If she doesn’t know what to do I’m screwed. But, alas, she is not there. I leave the following message.

“Hello? *whimper* Hi. Um. It’s me. We are having a baby-hair emergency here. Um, please call me back right away. OK ? No, seriously, I think I ruined Myles’s head and I don’t know what to do. Can you help me? You are not there. Um. Call me back. Yeah.” -Click-

Chris arrives home. After he manages to stop laughing hysterically he assures me that protective services will likely not remove Myles because I put Vaseline into his hair and am unable to get it out. We then proceed to wash Myles’s head THREE yes I said Three times in the sink. This helps a little. He still looks completely ridiculous. I give up and put him to bed for the night.

My mother-in-law calls back a little later and if it wasn’t for the caller ID, I wouldn’t have known who it was because when I pick up the phone I hear only snickering. “You know, “ I tell her “this mom stuff is tricky!”

This morning his hair still looks like he escaped from the set of grease. But some of the Vaseline seems to have soaked in. Chris has been tasked with washing Myles's head at regular intervals today to attempt to remove the residual goo. I am cautiously optimistic.

5 comments:

Sarah said...

Peanut butter! I bet it'll help (although...I feel it necessary to stipulate at this point....use only at your own risk!;) )

Broadwater said...

"strawberry blond locks" <--- Give it up lady your child is a Ginger just like his daddy.. <--- Come over to the red side <--- It's more fun over here.

Tim said...

Yeah about that "attempt" at jumping down the laundry chute I do believe the eldest succeeded only to be stopped before the next attempt.

Pavette said...

I just found your blog from FB, and I LOVE it! Your writing sounds just like you talking. I wish we were neighbors now, with our little boys and all their troubles. (but not in that yucky apt complex)

Estee said...

Cornstarch. Would you like to know how I know this? No, probably not. 3 kids all haphazardly in the process of being raised = knowledge that cornstarch removes Vaseline from hair. :)

Good luck. But at any rate, he looks darn cute with a mohawk. :)