Survival of the Fittest...or cutest

Joseph's been gone for a couple of weeks now and I've been trying really hard to keep up on the house while he's been gone. On the 5th day after he left, I was working hard upstairs. I had the boys in the toy room and they were playing really well. I started to fold a load of laundry. I finished folding and hurried to put the clothes away. I was so proud of myself for being so on task and getting the clothes folded and put away so quickly. While I was in my closet I thought I heard Isaac crying. He was no longer in the playroom so I ran downstairs. He wasn't crying, but it was a good thing I rushed downstairs. He had climbed on the counter and was taking handfuls of Nesquik throwing it on the floor and counter. Ahh lovely! I used my wet/dry vac to get it up and then wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped and wiped with a damp cloth. It took alot of wiping to get it all off, but I finally got it clean. Oh, and I threw the canister of chocolate powder away. It's a good thing he was blessed with an extra dose of cuteness. I have a feeling he's gonna need it. :)