Come on in, the water's fine...

Did you hear that splash? It's the sound of my mother-of-the-year award slipping away again!

It's apparently not enough to simply watch your children while they're taking a bath. You also must keep an eagle eye on them from the moment you start filling the tub.

Thursday night was supposed to be pumpkin carving night. But a certain little monster was way too tired and grumpy and clingy. And filthy. So I decided, for the sake of sanity, to give her a bath and put her to bed. I started the water, then ran into the kitchen to take photos of AJ and Jeff scooping out the pumpkin's gooey innards. LESS THAN A MINUTE LATER, I turned back, and this is what I saw. Ironically, Sydney was in a fantastic mood from this point forward.

A wise news photographer once told me that when covering a story about a fire, the best pictures often come when you turn your back to the fire and capture what the onlookers are doing. Apparently the same is true with pumpkin-carving stories.