Sincerest Apologies....

I find myself needing to apologize. Apologize to my husband for my last post that might have made him seem inadequate as a caregiver. And to the readers that assumed my husband was negligent in his fatherly duties. I discovered today that my toddler is full of mischief regardless of who is left in charge. He will do as he pleases. At 12 noon today I was whipping up the chocolate batter that would soon become Jackson's birthday cake. As customary, I handed one of the beaters to Landon to lick clean while I divided the rest into baking pans. Landon was licking away, and the oven wasn't finished pre-heating so I said to him, "Stay where you are. I'm going to check my email and I'll be back up in one minute to wash you off. Don't move, okay?" I ran downstairs and logged into cyberspace. 2 minutes passed and I decided he was probably ready for a good washing. What I discovered when I returned was this:He obviously finished his beater quicker than anticipated and took it upon himself to re-chocolate the thing with batter from the prepared baking pan. I washed nearly 2 cups of batter off my counter, 1/2 cup off of him, all the while he was in tears. Not because he thought I was angry, but because he wanted to eat all that he'd siphoned onto the counter. Case in point. Shawn is not a neglectful father. I am not a neglectful mother. Landon has a mind of his own.