Happy Accident

I love it when there is no plan, but great things happen. Over the weekend, I had a chance to get back to my third job around here, contractor and continue working on the house. The weekend entailed a new coat of paint for the woodwork in the upstairs hallway. My wife and I spent the better part of Sunday whitewashing the old woodwork, which had been painted pea soup green by the home's previous owner. (May she never have a day's peace in hell for her decorating sins on earth.)
At some point my daughter woke up from her nap and wanted some Mommy time. As a result, my work crew was cut in half.

I am painting in the hallway, which means that every room on the second floor is effected. Doors are either opened or closed based on what needs to be done. So.. to make sure that I did not step-in, sit-in or in any way molest the top to the paint can while I worked, I put it in on the floor in the bathroom.

Well, Reagan, being 14-months-old and unattended by her mother - who did not know that paint top was in the bathroom - for three seconds, walked right through the paint-can top in her bare feet and left the cutest little trail of baby footprints on the floor and the bathroom mat. If we wanted her to walk through something and leave footprints we couldn't get her to do this as perfectly as she did.

One was so perfect, -- a true happy accident -- that I have decided it is going to stay on the floor of the bathroom for as long at it likes. It will be a great way to compare her growth. It was just too cute. I could not bring myself to wipe it up. So, I left it and tagged it with her name and the date.

By the way, now Tiernan wants to have is footprint on the floor of the bathroom.