Izzy started full on walking today...we're so proud of her!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Cleaning Detail
The kids are really understanding the idea that they need to "work" for things...here they are on cleaning duty...just look at that diligence!
Cubbies!
This past weekend, Daddy put together some cubbies for all of the crap, I mean, toys the kids own. Sam enjoyed making a new home for himself and Izzy enjoyed giving Daddy assembly directions.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Toilet Paper Bandit
Lately, we've had a serious toilet paper problem.
We have a toilet paper bandit on our hands and he or she leaves the bathroom like this:
Below is the suspected mode of transportation:
We have a toilet paper bandit on our hands and he or she leaves the bathroom like this:
Below is the suspected mode of transportation:
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A Crappy Afternoon
Warning: This blog entry contains several references to poop and various other disgusting things associated with it. Read at your own risk.
I stayed home today because I was sick. I'm also tired. Very tired but I digress. After a somewhat relaxing morning, I mustered up the energy I needed to pick the kids up, make dinner, give baths, and put them to sleep. My plan was simple: make it through the rest of the day without letting my stuffy nose and achy head get in the way. That plan failed.
At 2:30, I picked up Sam from school. I chatted with the moms, high-fived a few of Sam's friends, and went on my way to pick up Izzy. Things were pleasant. Things were breezy. The same feeling surfaced when I picked up Izzy. Pleasant. Breezy. Because of these feelings, I decided to take the kids to the park. Izzy had already napped and Sam was Mr. Energy. Some time at the park will do us well, I thought to myself. More good fortune struck when we arrived at the park. Two of Sam's friends from school were heading towards us. Serendipity, I thought. We all walked over to the play area, a short distance from a school site, laughing the day away. The kids, five total, were having a grand time and I was enjoying some pleasant conversation with a fellow mom. As soon as we hit the play structure, things took a turn for the worse.
To begin with, one of the kids had an accident. It wasn't horrible but we were pretty far from our cars. My friend didn't have a change of clothes for her daughter. I offered the emergency clothes I keep in the car for Sam, knowing he wouldn't need them. Two minutes later, they have my keys. One minute after that, Sam has an "accident". I go over to assess the situation, thinking it can't be that bad. After all, he is about to turn five. I was so very wrong. It wasn't pee. It was poo plus pee and the pee had gone down his pant leg, into his sock, an on his shoe. He says, "Mami, just go get the emergency stuff in the car." And I'm like, "I just offered it to KK because she had an accident." He replies with, "Well, it's my stuff. You should get it." What a gracious guy.
So, despite my congested airways and head, I think quickly and take all the boys to the bathroom. I am pleased with this stealthy maneuver because along the way, I thought I'd go to the school's lost and found box and "find" a pair of pants for Sam. Genius, right? Wrong.
Along the way, the boys decide to race to the bathroom. All of a sudden, they turned into Lightning McQueen and Isabella and I were way behind them. As I yelled "red light, RED LIGHT, REEEEEDDDDD LIIIIIGHT," I notice Sam shake his leg a bit. WTF? Yup, you guessed it. He had shaken the poop out of his underpants so he could run faster. Holy crap.
We get in the bathroom and I tell the other boys to go pee. They listen. I move over to Sam and he is complaining that the poop is by his foot. He gives it another shake and it plops out. I grab a bunch of tissue paper and clean up the mess. In addition, I'm also cursing in my head....in English and Spanish but I keep my cool. It then dawns on me that Sam's poop traveled down his leg. Holy crap....more cussing in my head ensues. I tell the boys we have to head back to the park that is closer to our cars because we need to be, well, closer to our cars. My mommy friend comes back and she ended up not using the emergency clothes. I begin to think good fortune is back on my side. I was wrong. Again.
When I went to change Sam, his poop had dried up on his leg. Better yet, it had smeared itself down his leg. It had manifested in areas I didn't know poop could go. There was no hope. There was crap everywhere. I couldn't believe how much there was. I mean, what did he have for lunch, you know? We needed to get outta there. Pronto. I stripped Sam down in the parking lot, took off as much poop as possible, put the clean clothes on, and began cussing in my head again.
The picture below sums up what I felt like from the hours of 3:15 until 8:00pm.
Apparently, Isabella was on the same mental track I was this afternoon.
I stayed home today because I was sick. I'm also tired. Very tired but I digress. After a somewhat relaxing morning, I mustered up the energy I needed to pick the kids up, make dinner, give baths, and put them to sleep. My plan was simple: make it through the rest of the day without letting my stuffy nose and achy head get in the way. That plan failed.
At 2:30, I picked up Sam from school. I chatted with the moms, high-fived a few of Sam's friends, and went on my way to pick up Izzy. Things were pleasant. Things were breezy. The same feeling surfaced when I picked up Izzy. Pleasant. Breezy. Because of these feelings, I decided to take the kids to the park. Izzy had already napped and Sam was Mr. Energy. Some time at the park will do us well, I thought to myself. More good fortune struck when we arrived at the park. Two of Sam's friends from school were heading towards us. Serendipity, I thought. We all walked over to the play area, a short distance from a school site, laughing the day away. The kids, five total, were having a grand time and I was enjoying some pleasant conversation with a fellow mom. As soon as we hit the play structure, things took a turn for the worse.
To begin with, one of the kids had an accident. It wasn't horrible but we were pretty far from our cars. My friend didn't have a change of clothes for her daughter. I offered the emergency clothes I keep in the car for Sam, knowing he wouldn't need them. Two minutes later, they have my keys. One minute after that, Sam has an "accident". I go over to assess the situation, thinking it can't be that bad. After all, he is about to turn five. I was so very wrong. It wasn't pee. It was poo plus pee and the pee had gone down his pant leg, into his sock, an on his shoe. He says, "Mami, just go get the emergency stuff in the car." And I'm like, "I just offered it to KK because she had an accident." He replies with, "Well, it's my stuff. You should get it." What a gracious guy.
So, despite my congested airways and head, I think quickly and take all the boys to the bathroom. I am pleased with this stealthy maneuver because along the way, I thought I'd go to the school's lost and found box and "find" a pair of pants for Sam. Genius, right? Wrong.
Along the way, the boys decide to race to the bathroom. All of a sudden, they turned into Lightning McQueen and Isabella and I were way behind them. As I yelled "red light, RED LIGHT, REEEEEDDDDD LIIIIIGHT," I notice Sam shake his leg a bit. WTF? Yup, you guessed it. He had shaken the poop out of his underpants so he could run faster. Holy crap.
We get in the bathroom and I tell the other boys to go pee. They listen. I move over to Sam and he is complaining that the poop is by his foot. He gives it another shake and it plops out. I grab a bunch of tissue paper and clean up the mess. In addition, I'm also cursing in my head....in English and Spanish but I keep my cool. It then dawns on me that Sam's poop traveled down his leg. Holy crap....more cussing in my head ensues. I tell the boys we have to head back to the park that is closer to our cars because we need to be, well, closer to our cars. My mommy friend comes back and she ended up not using the emergency clothes. I begin to think good fortune is back on my side. I was wrong. Again.
When I went to change Sam, his poop had dried up on his leg. Better yet, it had smeared itself down his leg. It had manifested in areas I didn't know poop could go. There was no hope. There was crap everywhere. I couldn't believe how much there was. I mean, what did he have for lunch, you know? We needed to get outta there. Pronto. I stripped Sam down in the parking lot, took off as much poop as possible, put the clean clothes on, and began cussing in my head again.
The picture below sums up what I felt like from the hours of 3:15 until 8:00pm.
Apparently, Isabella was on the same mental track I was this afternoon.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Got Laundry?
Izzy is embarking on a new business venture....If you'd like her to stop by your house to pick up your laundry, just dial 1-800-GOT-SUDS. Local folks are free. Long distance will require a travel fee.
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