I wish I could say I handled it beautifully! Actually, I think I shrieked, started to work up to that tizzy, then saw the startled faces of the boys, calmed down a minute, then I did laugh some. (It is definitely funnier now, though!) What else was there to do? It was either a "laugh or cry" situation, and crying gives me a headache. LOL Then I made the older boys work on the floor while I scrubbed the baby, then we had a long talk about how it was funny, but not very safe, not to mention wasteful, and they really needed to get me when Noah started to do things like that. (Plus I put a lock on the pantry door, and was more careful what I left in the trash!) It wouldn't have been much use to lecture the toddler, he wasn't much over a year old. My biggest regret is that I didn't get a picture!
One blessing I've always had, since my family is small, and took us some time and work and prayer to get them all here--I've often had running through my head the thoughts "God didn't have to give me a family, but He did, and this might be the last time this ever happens . . . " I've always tried to focus on the moment. I've done a little better than some of my friends, but I certainly could have done much better. I spent all too many days just getting through the day, I'm afraid. I wish I'd laughed more, worried less about getting it all done. I still work on it, actually, especially now that it appears that it all IS the last time, and the time is fast approaching when they will be gone . . . It goes so fast.
I actually have a book recommendation for you, Faith. It's actually from a sort of a Waldorf point of view, but it's a good read for helping us moms to focus on the moment. It's called Mitten Strings for God, by Katrina Kenison.