Attack of the Sweet Smelling Goo

Brad's been gone long and late hours this term which means I have a lot of time by myself to get into trouble.

Recently while home alone, I gave Lydia a bath, dried her off, lotioned her up, put on her pajamas, and got ready to carry her to bed. As we went toward the bedroom, I immediately felt something crush under my foot. An indistinguishable, but loud gut-wrenching shriek erupted from underneath me. Even though I was holding her, for one terrifying moment I thought I had stepped on and broken Lydia's arm.

Upon looking down, I discovered my victim: a bottle of baby lotion. Despite the preserved imprint of my foot, the damage only included a small dob of lotion on the carpet. I felt rather silly.

After putting the Bug to bed, I found a long thin stripe of lotion on the blanket beside the lotion. "Oh," I thought, "that makes a lot more sense." The little dob on the carpet could not have merited deafening explosion  by itself. I wiped up the lotion without another thought. For about thirty seconds.

Then I saw all this:

And this:

And this:

Though, this picture really really doesn't do it justice.

Here's a perspective shot with the lotion in it's original spot:

I'm still finding lotion around the house. On the car seat, in the diaper bag, you name it.