Entertained
That Sawyer is something else. The other day he asked me why he has to obey me. If we are having a training session where a stern face and voice are needed, he asks me why I am not happy. Today, he was pestering Jubilee with a cut grape vine and when I told him to stop and he didn't, he explained himself by saying, "Mom, I can't help it."
Then there is Miss Jubilee...We were discussing how the kitty can't be picked up because she has an owie on her tummy (from being spayed). She wanted to know if a wolf did it. WHAT, where on Earth did that come from??? She says the funniest things sometimes!
Evangeline is our little squealer. She squeals and hollers in delight making us all laugh. When Sawyer got up from his nap today he wanted to know where his baby was and if he could go get her.
And new baby is making mommy tired all ready. I suspect morning sickness will really start to hit next week. I must admit, I am really dreading it. New baby, by the way, is due in the middle of June. What a lovely month!
And now, for the poop stories. This is not for the faint of heart so stop reading if you are easily grossed out by candid sharing...
The toilet clogged (too much tp) and I meant to unclog it after the water went down but I forgot. Poor Sawyer came out of the bathroom in tears because the poop wasn't flushing. The toilet was filled to the brim so I again waited for the water to go down. I came back a little while later and the entire bathroom was flooded with poop water. Good thing we HAD been eating a lot of corn or it would have been REALLY gross. (Is that too much information?)
Two days later, we were in the livingroom and Jubilee discovered poop in between her toes. Nothing is worse than confirming this horror with a sniff. I found several tiny pieces on the floor. I washed toes and hands and banished everyone to the couch while I investigated the source. Both older children blamed the baby. Turns out, a certain little boy didn't wipe very well and when he was throwing his dirty undies in the air on the way to the laundry room dung was flung. Usher in wiping lecture. Good thing I had laundry piled up to give them a soft place to land and a hiding place! (Incidentally, I didn't actually find any in pieces in the laundry, but that doesn't mean they weren't there.)
Two days later, a certain someone was complaining of a tummy ache. He was sent to the bathroom and from the livingroom, Phil and I hear, "Yeah......Oh, Yeah......Oh, Yeah, baby." Good thing poop can be funny. (I will remind myself of this next time I am pushing out a child.)
Is not life very entertaining? If not always in the moment, at least after the fact?
Then there is Miss Jubilee...We were discussing how the kitty can't be picked up because she has an owie on her tummy (from being spayed). She wanted to know if a wolf did it. WHAT, where on Earth did that come from??? She says the funniest things sometimes!
Evangeline is our little squealer. She squeals and hollers in delight making us all laugh. When Sawyer got up from his nap today he wanted to know where his baby was and if he could go get her.
And new baby is making mommy tired all ready. I suspect morning sickness will really start to hit next week. I must admit, I am really dreading it. New baby, by the way, is due in the middle of June. What a lovely month!
And now, for the poop stories. This is not for the faint of heart so stop reading if you are easily grossed out by candid sharing...
The toilet clogged (too much tp) and I meant to unclog it after the water went down but I forgot. Poor Sawyer came out of the bathroom in tears because the poop wasn't flushing. The toilet was filled to the brim so I again waited for the water to go down. I came back a little while later and the entire bathroom was flooded with poop water. Good thing we HAD been eating a lot of corn or it would have been REALLY gross. (Is that too much information?)
Two days later, we were in the livingroom and Jubilee discovered poop in between her toes. Nothing is worse than confirming this horror with a sniff. I found several tiny pieces on the floor. I washed toes and hands and banished everyone to the couch while I investigated the source. Both older children blamed the baby. Turns out, a certain little boy didn't wipe very well and when he was throwing his dirty undies in the air on the way to the laundry room dung was flung. Usher in wiping lecture. Good thing I had laundry piled up to give them a soft place to land and a hiding place! (Incidentally, I didn't actually find any in pieces in the laundry, but that doesn't mean they weren't there.)
Two days later, a certain someone was complaining of a tummy ache. He was sent to the bathroom and from the livingroom, Phil and I hear, "Yeah......Oh, Yeah......Oh, Yeah, baby." Good thing poop can be funny. (I will remind myself of this next time I am pushing out a child.)
Is not life very entertaining? If not always in the moment, at least after the fact?
Ack! You are too funny! Dontcha just looooove poop?!
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