Oh my little sweetie pies.

Tonight Jack asked me if I'd sleep in his bed. I think it was because Lilo sleeps with me and she was laying on his bed. So being a nice Mama, I pretended to fall asleep on the bed. My sweet little Jackie, bent over and kissed me on the cheek very gently then lightly patted it and said, "Goodnight sweet pea, I love you a whole heap of a bunch." I'm telling you what, if my heart could grow with anymore love for my boys, it would've then. The thing is, I don't think I could love them anymore. Between the cuddles and smiles, my days are full of happiness and joy. Ok, enough sappiness, let's move onto another little funny story.

Tonight after the boys went to bed, Zach and I sat down for a tv show and some oreos. It's a super special treat in our house, so I got out my glass and started to pour the milk into it. I thought it was pouring kind of chunky, so I looked into the cup and saw....Apple Jacks?!?!?! This morning when I went upstairs to get little boy clothes someone (my guess is either Jack or Luke unless the puppy mutated some fingers) put some Apple Jacks into the rest of the milk. Thankfully it was only about a glassful and when I bought the oreos tonight, I also picked up 2 gallons of milk.

Now that it's Christmas season, Jack is at the age, when he wants everything and Santa is THE MAN! At school they read the book, "Elf on a Shelf" and they named their elf, Jack Elf. Several years ago my mother sent me 3 really old elves and they were sitting on the mantle. Well, once Jack saw that it was Jack Elf, it's the most important thing in the world to him. Yesterday we were sitting around and Jack said, "What's that Jack? Oh, someone hurt your feelings? Well tell Daddy who it was and I'll fix everything." Then he patted the elf's back and shushed him saying, "Don't cry my little man it will be ok." For some reason, Jack has taken to this elf like little girls take to dolls. It's the funniest thing, but at the same time kind of scary because I can see a lot of what I say and do repeated. Thankfully, it hasn't been anything bad yet, but only time will tell! Everyday is an adventure with these boys!

Where's Tom Selleck??

Time sure is flying by quickly. Yesterday was Halloween and the boys dressed up like a bag of M&Ms and Darth Vader. So naturally today we had to watch Star Wars. In the middle of it, Jack turns and asks, "When is Tom Selleck going to show up?" Ok, first, he's not in Star Wars and second...How do you know who Tom Selleck is?? I mean, he was big when I was Jack's age so how the heck does he know his name? Then it hit me, they show his picture in Meet the Robinsons. Lately, things have been quite comical in our house.

Today I picked up two ottomans to go in the living room. Well, we were watching Wipe Out and the boys automatically thought, "Hey they're jumping on red balls, so we'll jump on the red ottomans." Oh I love how little boy minds work! So Jack jumped from one to the couch and was safe. Then up comes Luke thinking he's just as big as his big brother, um not yet honey, not yet. So he takes off for the couch and just basically walks off the side and catches only his face on the couch. Zach and I immediately busted out laughing. He wasn't hurt, but it was no more than 5-6 inches away! So this white boy can't jump, not at all!

Nobody informed me of all the fun to be had with little adventurous boys! We currently have one Papa with a bruised foot and one little boy with a shiner.

Where does the time go???

So I'm going to get a little sappy here, then I'll tell the funny stories. Last night after bathtime (directly after dinner thanks to Luke bathing in dirt cake) we went into Luke's room to play. We were in there for well over an hour playing trains, and other fun things. Then all of a sudden, I just looked, honestly looked at my boys. I couldn't believe how big they've gotten. Between Jack writing "Happy Birthday Papa" on a banner and Luke knocking on the doors of the Sesame Street characters before pushing the button to open the doors, I was in awe. It seems like yesterday I was in Hawaii, giving birth to Jack and now he's able to clearly carry on a full conversation with you. Luke is now starting to comprehend what you ask him to do and carry out tasks. I have to admit, my boys weren't babies for long. They were early crawlers and early walkers. Now Luke at almost 20 months old is very interested in the potty and can open up the baby gates. Thankfully, they love to cuddle and don't mind giving their Mama some hugs and kisses. I know it won't last forever, so I'm soaking it up while I can. Thanks for my ramble, it just really hit me last night and I took a picture in my mind of how cool it was that both Zach and I were on the floor playing with the boys. Now for the funny bits...

Zach and I have really tried to clean our mouths up. As two sailors, we used language like sailors and sadly, sometimes we slip. The other day Zach dropped the bacon out of the fridge and little Jack said, "Oh F*@K!". So we sat him down and had the conversation that it's a bad word sometimes adults use, but it should never come out of Jack's mouth again. If he hears an adult say it, they he is allowed to tell them that it's not a nice word. And if Jack ever said it again, he'd get his mouth washed out with soap...Mama has a stock of bars in her room. Thankfully that was this weekend and we haven't heard it again. Papa swears he said "fudge" but I'll let you be the judge:) That same day we were doing something in the living room, when another word just popped out of his mouth. He said, "S&!T". Zach and I both looked at each other and since this sometimes slips out of my mouth, I got the honors of repeating the above. We've tried really hard since we've had kids to watch our mouths, but sometimes it just slips. I know we're not the only influences, they here it while we're out, etc. But my sweet innocent little boy (insert sarcastic laugh) should not be saying these words. Oh these boys sure keep my on my toes!

The things that come out of their mouth!

I'm in total awe of how fast my boys are growing up. We sure do have our rough patches, but the incredible stuff is what makes life interesting. Some of the things that come out of Jack's mouth just make my head spin.

The other day, we were out watering the garden, and Jack called me a "big fat ugly ogre". Way to boost a girl's self esteem little boy! I've been thinking a lot lately about him going to school and how impressionable little girls are. I don't want my sons to be one of the mean little boys who may say something off hand, but it would truly effect how a little girl will look at herself. So I told him we don't say mean things like that to girls. We only tell them that "girls are pretty". Fast forward a couple of days and he had told me to shut up. Now he has been warned that we don't use that in our house, and if he said it again, he'd be taking a bite of soap. So I asked him what he said and he quickly answered, "Girls are pretty". Oh little boy, I hope you remember that.

Just yesterday while sitting in the van, we were talking about what he wants to be when he grows up. He told me, "A doctor, a daddy, a mommy...". I replied, "Jack, honey, you can't be a mommy because only girls can be mommies." He thought for a second and told me, "Well, I'll be the daddy and Brenna will be the mommy. Brenna and I will get married because you're supposed to marry your best friend." Oh Jack, I hope that this is true and you do marry your best girl friend. It makes life so much more fun!

I've been slacking on blogging, but I will try to pick it up. We've been really busy with Jack starting preschool, MOPS starting back up and me becoming an Usborne book consultant. Hopefully things will start to get a schedule soon.

When all else fails, use duct tape.

As many know, I have 2 little boys who like to take diapers off. When Jack was a baby (as I've written before) we had many a poop messes. Now Luke is at the stage where he doesn't want to wear a diaper, period. Sneaky kid thinks his parents are dumb! We didn't even mess around with "what to do" because we've been there and done it! So today, I'm going to make this blog about the different ways that were suggested and we've tried to keep a diaper on our crazy children:)

1. Put on a onesie. If you child is as creative and smart as my boys, they'll reach up underneath the bottom snaps, take off the diaper and keep the onesie fully intact! That's right ladies and gentlemen, I have 2 Baby Houdinis!


2. Put pants on the kid. Again, my boys are just too smart and independent for this one. They just take them off!

3. Put the diaper on backwards. Because todays diapers are contoured, this is a bad idea. It's rather difficult to change a toddler let alone have them lay on their belly and let you strap a new diaper to them!

4. Duct tape the tabs. This worked great for us for several weeks with both boys. However, they are little stinkers and figured out how to pull it off. With Jack we decided to combine #3 and #4 for a while and it worked for a bit. He figured out that you can just rip the sides and off comes the diaper. Maybe because that's the way we took them off. Monkey see, monkey do.

5. 360 degrees of duct tape. Now this is my favorite. Who doesn't like to put a ring of tape around their kid, making sure that it's not too tight or touches their skin. If that's not bad enough the dang tape will stick to itself. This does seem to be the most effective, yet a royal pain in the ass.

So if you see a little blonde headed boy running around with a duct taped diaper...he's mine! You may ask yourself, "Robin, why are you doing yet another poop post?" Well my dear readers, if you misplaced your duct tape for a day and had to change/clean crib not once but twice in one day I think you'd be rather pissed and need to vent. Not to mention all the times he took off his diaper in the living room. Last night, Luke took off his diaper and before I could reach him he peed in the diaper. He was standing up and peeing into his diaper laying on the floor! All I'll say is the boy needs to really work on his aim. We are sitting on the potty, but haven't had any results in the last week. But we will continue to try as long as he's willing to try. Oh little boys, the stories I'll have for you! Paybacks are, well, going to be fun for me:)

Bloody boys

When Jack was about 8 months old he climbed out of his crib and landed face first on the uncarpeted floor. Being a first time Mom at the time, I was scared. I didn't know that little kids' noses are really hard to break because their bones are soft til about 2. So we made an ER trip. That was my first experience with a little boy having a bloody nose, or bloody anything for that matter.

Well, now a days I don't just have to worry about one nut. Why oh why would God only give me one crazy kid. I already know how to deal with it, so he added another. Nowadays, I'm a pro. A couple of months ago, Luke and Jack were "measuring" with the tape measurer, when it was snapped closed. It sliced Luke's little finger right at the knuckle. It had filled up a papertowel and finally the bleeding stopped with some ice cubes. I knew he would rip it open again because it was pretty deep and come on, he's a Snyder boy! I knew a trip to the hospital was stupid, so I looked around and couldn't find what I needed, so I called up my friend, got what I needed came back and applied the miracle cure...SUPER GLUE! That's right, I super glued his cut closed after I cleaned it with peroxide. I know crazy mom, but I knew what would happen if I didn't.

This evening, Luke being a big boy, climbed on the couch. I can't tell you how many times we've yelled at the boys to not climb on the couch. Jack is known to do somersaults off the arm of the couch, they both like to climb over and dangle. Tonight Luke climbed over the back and just fell to the ground. Normally, he would just get up, go around and try again (unless he got caught by the mean Mommy!). This time however he started crying. Since we were webcamming with my Mom, Zach picked him up and brought him over to me. We're sitting there minding our own business when the boy opens his mouth and blood starts pouring out of his mouth! Since we're now pros at this, I quickly checked to make sure his teeth were ok and it was just something small. Zach walked into the kitchen, got some papertowels and ice. Turns out the kid bit his tongue on impact. He now has two little gashes on the top of his tongue. After sucking on an ice cube for 2 minutes, he's up and playing. I'm now so good, that the only blood is a dime size on my shirt.

The best advice anyone has given me about raising kids came from my Mother-in-law. Before Jack was born she told me that "babies bounce". That simple. I won't tell you how much I've repeated this to myself over the years! Kids are amazing. When they fall, your reaction (gasp, freak out, etc) usually scare them more than the actual fall. If you've been around me with the boys, I usually tell them to brush it off. I do my freak out inside because if I'm acting like a crazy person, who's in charge? (Sorry for the little parenting tip, but I've had a couple of people ask me why my boys don't cry unless they're really hurt.)

I'm hoping to start blogging more often, but if I wrote down every insane thing my boys did, I would be sitting at the computer all day everyday because it's never ending.

Oh what a day.

Yesterday started with a bang, well actually it started with a little boy who took off his diaper. That's right, we have another nudist on our hands. Thankfully it was only a pee diaper and not too bad to clean up. So I headed downstairs with Luke only to find that Jack had gotten into the fridge and wanted some bug juice (milk kefir). Well, little boy forgot to close the door. So into time out he went. Things were going good at this point, we had oatmeal and the boys played for a bit. Then it was snacktime. Jack and I left Luke to finish up his snack. A little bit later, I smelled poop and figured Luke pooped in his diaper. I got a phone call from Zach saying he was bringing one of the guys from work over for lunch. I told him it had been a busy morning and that the house wasn't too clean. So they were coming in 5 minutes, so I went to get Luke ready for his naptime. That's when I saw it...little boy had taken off his diaper and pooped all over his booster seat!!!!! EWWWWWWWWWW. Luckily my sink was clear and I threw him in there, gave him a quick sink bath. The dog thought she's help clean up and started eating poop. I still gag thinking of it! So Lilo got put outside, I have a fresh and clean baby and Jack was being a big boy helper. Zach and I went to put the boys down, only to find that Jack had locked their bedroom doors and nobody was inside. So once we got those unlocked the boys went down for their nap. I enjoyed some time with Zach and Jordan, then a short alone time. Jack doesn't want to take a nap now, so I could hear him running around upstairs.

Once he came downstairs, Jack wanted to go outside and play in the pool, but it was overcast and a storm was moving in. So I told him no. He went outside anyway and let Lilo out. There was something really interesting on the other side of the fence and Lilo shimmied her way underneath. So Jack got in trouble for going outside and I went outside to run down the dog. Not my idea of fun. We're buying chicken wire to keep her from getting out. She did this a couple of days ago and when she got back into a fence, it was just our neighbors!

When Zach got home, Luke woke up from his nap. Zach came down carrying a little boy in a towel, yep you guessed it, the diaper came off again! This time there was poop everywhere! So we went up to clean up the mess. Jack ran into his room and locked his door. He was told to never lock a door again, so he got in trouble and Zach and I each took a kid door and turned the handle around. Now the locks are on the outside and we can lock them in there (insert evil laugh). While we were doing our handy work, the boys were helping out. Luke lost a screw, Jack wanted to use the screwdriver. So as Zach and I were looking for this screw, Luke thought it would be a great idea to get a drink of water. So little man goes into the bathroom with a cup (a megablock which is a lego on steroids) and gets some water...FROM THE TOILET! Yuck, yuck, yuck! I didn't know if I should wash his mouth out with soap, or what. So downstairs we went to watch the finale of American Idol. The night then turned into a game of boys who want to annoy their parents. Which is a fun game for them, not so fun for the parents. Lets just say by bedtime, I was not in a good mood and wanted to hit the sack myself. Yesterday was just a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day"!

I was hoping for a better start to my day today, but no. It started with Luke's 3rd bath in 2 days. That's right, diaper was off again. We found the duct tape and have warned Luke that we've done this before with his brother and are much smarter than he thinks we are :) With Jack people said to put on a onesie, well he'd reach up from the bottom, take off the diaper and have the onesie still intact. People recommeded putting the diaper on backwards, well that lasted all of 2 minutes. It was also recommeded to put pants on him, um my kid was no dummy and took off his pants within seconds. So out came the duct tape. At first we just put a small strip across the tabs, but after a few weeks little man figured it out. So we started doing a full rotation around the diaper. Thankfully that worked for a couple of months. Then I think he just outgrew it and was ready to start potty training. I know Luke it young, but he sure does like sitting on the potty. He even farted the other day! Good start for a 15 month old. He wants to be just like his big brother! Hopefully it will go just as easy as Jack did.

So if anyone needs any advice on dealing with poop when it's up to your elbows, just ask. Been there, done that and am now on my second lap!

Cute, but trouble.

Little Luke has the kind of face it's hard to get mad at. He just has to look at you with those chocolate brown eyes and you melt. That being said, he's trouble. He's the brains of the operation and Jack is the heavy. The other day Jack had done something (I think bang on the table) and I told him not to. So I went about doing whatever I was doing and he started doing it again. When I looked up Luke was shaking his head "No, No, No". As soon as I pretended not to be paying attention Luke started chanting, "Jack Jack, Jack Jack" while rocking back and forth. So big brother wanted to make little brother giggle continued to get in trouble. Again when I said something and looked over, Luke was shaking his head.

Last night we were watching TV and the boys were playing having a good time. Luke started crying and I looked over and said, "Oh looks like Luke is stuck." Zachary, being the over-reactor that he is wanted to break the rocking chair because Luke went in there all crazy. I know if he got himself stuck, I could get him unstuck. He had flipped over the kid rocking chair, put his legs between the bottom supports and slid all the way down til his gourd couldn't fit through. He was wedged in there pretty good. It took me not even a minute to get him out and he doesn't even have a bruise.

Now comes to his biggest problem...dog food. You would think that we don't feed the kid enough. Every time we don't lock the kitchen gate, I can find Luke over at Lilo's bowl munching on some dog food. This has been going on for months and he always has a mouthful of dog food. Poor Lilo has to share her wonderful Beneful Weight Control dry dog food with a 15 month old!!!!

It's fun to watch their daily amusements, but sometimes it can give you heart failure!

What an adventurous Monday morning!!!

For the last month our lives have been crazy. We moved then a week later left on a 3 week vacation. The boys were amazing on our trip. Jack was very polite and Luke was his eyelash batting self. No surprise that as soon as we get home little monster emerge.

So our first Monday back and it's starts off with a few cuss words flying. Zach looked over and realized that he forgot to set his alarm for his normal worktime and not weekend duty time. So I scramble downstairs and get the coffee ready, start the car, get that defrosted and pack a breakfast all on the go in a record 10 minutes! Then Jack and I head upstairs to check on Luke several minutes later and then the real fun began.

Sometime during the night, Luke had taken off his diaper and fingerpainted his crib...YUCK! So I take the icky boy and throw him in the tub. Rinse him off then clean the tub and give them both a real bath. No major mishaps there, so I dry them off and put them in Jack's room so I can run downstairs and get Luke a diaper. I hadn't even made it to the bottom of the stairs til I hear Jack standing at the gate at the top of the stairs yelling, "Mmmmmoooooommmmmmmm, Luke just peed on my carpet!". For some reason Jack doesn't think your hear something til you acknowlege him, so he kept yelling this til I made it to the top of the stairs armed with papertowels and some Lysol and carpet cleaner. Oh and don't forget the diaper. So I clean up that mess and let them continue to play in there while I head over to the real mess.

I strip the crib and start a load of nast crib sheets, blankets and toys. Then start scrubbing the crib and then putting furniture polish to make it shine. As the washing machine gets going it starts squeaking (remind me to call Sears and get that fixed!) and then Lilo starts barking at that crazy mouse running on that squeaky wheel inside the washing machine. The boys start running around and Jack's yelling at the top of his lungs, "I'M RUNNING AROUND! I'M RUNNING AROUND!". Breath in, Breath out. So I was finally able to round up the gang and we headed downstairs to watch some Wiggles so Mama could take a deep breath and wake up. So maybe another year before Luke's potty trained??? I'm going to start and have a countdown because I have a feeling we might need to bust out the duct tape again.

For those of you who don't know, Jack was horrible about taking his diaper off. I tried every trick in the book. He even managed to take duct tape off! In the end we would have a piece that started and ended in the back of the diaper and Houdini managed to get it off. Eventually he grew out of it, but that was a very long period. I think I had scrubbed the finish off of his crib!!!

Oh the joys of little boys!

A normal day in the Snyder household.

This morning Jack and I were watching TV and hanging out in my bed. All of a sudden he had something incredibly important to tell me so he started yelling, "Mom, Mom, Mommy, MOMMY!" I looked at him and asked what he wanted. He looked at me and said, "You're the greatest!". Right there made my day great.

While hanging out in the living room, Jack poured something from one cup to another (not unusual, I'm constantly telling him not to do it), so I grabbed the cups and as I was walking out to the kitchen he told me, "I just peed in the cup!" Like he wanted a prize for that! I tried to explain to him the reason he's peed in the cup in the van was because we couldn't get to a potty right away. I think I'm going to let this one slide and let Zach explain it to him!

Since we're moving tomorrow, I'm trying to get as much stuff ready as possible. So I'm letting the TV run all day with their favorite shows just so I can get some work done. I was cleaning up something then I heard, "OUCH!" I asked Jack what happened (mind you he is naked, because the boy is a nudist!) and he told me that he was trying to get the hairs on his penis. Um, ok. Then he proceeded to tell me that it hurt too much because they were stuck and he'd just get like Papa! OMGOSH!!!!! This is the kind of stuff that nobody prepared me for! They have no filter and just say whatever they think. How did I end up with two crazy little monsters??

While I was packing up Jack's closet, I came across a bag of his old shoes. When I looked in there I found a few pairs of Stride Rite shoes that I totally forgot about. So little Luke has been running around the house in a diaper and Stride Rite leather sandals. And Jack couldn't be outdone, so he was naked with his cowboy boots and newspaper hat. I just hope they'll be ready for payback when they bring home their girlfriends, because this Mama will have stories to tell!!!

How to eat while sleeping.

Poor Luke, we had friends over for lunch so he missed his noon naptime. The video was taken about 1:30 while he was eating his fish sticks. Poor little man!

It's been really busy around our house, we're moving in a week going on vacation in just over 2 weeks and wouldn't you know....the boys and I got sick! Yuck! Luckily it's just snot rockets and a mild cough for Jack and myself. For some reason I didn't have enough on my plate! I have to do it all sick.

The boys have been pretty mild lately, our only incident has been Jack throwing tantrums in the stores. I don't know why they've been happening, but they need to stop before I lose my mind! So if I don't update for a while, you know what's going on.

New use for DVD hole...

If you've ever dropped by our house unexpectedly you know that Jack is a nudist. It doesn't matter if I put clothes on him, he takes them off when he goes potty. So on to the story. I was in the kitchen doing the dishes and Jack went potty. They boys were watching Polar Express and just hanging out. I came out to check on them and find Jack sitting on the couch, naked, playing with his penis. Well, not just playing, he was putting it in the hole of a DVD. I had to look twice, because I couldn't believe it! He said that it's a perfect fit when he "makes his penis big". We have this rule in our house, you're allowed to play with it, just in your bedroom or bathroom. We don't want to give the boys a complex, but when you find your 3 year old sitting on the couch stroking his penis you just have to shake your head. Nobody informed me that this stuff starts this early! I thought I had several more years before it happened. And to think I have another one to look forward to. If it's this bad at 3, I don't even want to know what it's like once he hits puberty!!!

Gatorade bottle has more than one use.

This morning Jack came into my room complaining that his knee hurt and he wanted some water. So I let him have a drink out of the water bottle next to my bed. He climbed in and was kind of restless, next thing I knew, he was sitting up puking in my bed...YUCK! So I moved him to the other side and before Zach could get upstairs with the puke bucket, he got sick again...IN OUR BED! Poor little man. So once we got down stairs, aired out our room, stripped and drenched my bed in Lysol, Zachary made a lemon-lime Gatorade run. At about 10am, Jack started feeling much better, he had gotten sick a couple more times, but once he got some animal crackers and Gatorade in his belly, he was good.

Fast forward to about 8pm, I'm clipping coupons at the kitchen table, both boys are playing and Zach was on the computer. All of a sudden I hear Zach yell, "What do you think you're doing?!?!?!" Jack walks over to me and hands me his Gatorade bottle. Zach says, "Ah, Robin, Jack just peed in that bottle." Um, excuse me?!?! I then asked Jack if he peed in the bottle and his response was, "Yeah, because that's what we do."

Now, let me take you back a few weeks ago. We had driven to Downtown Chicago to go to the Field Museum (our favorite!) and on the way home, Jack had to pee REALLY bad. I finally got up to an exit. Isn't it amazing that when you really need an exit, there's not another one for at least 5 miles?? Pulled into a gas station, ran as quick as possible inside for the key, only to be told that their bathroom is out of order!!! Seriously?!?! So I ran back to the van and Jack was jumping up and down at this point. So we had him pee in a cup and tossed it in their dumpster. My guess is, that's where Jack got it from, but the bathroom was about 15 steps, maybe 25 Jack steps away. Gotta love having a boy, they can pee anywhere AND do it standing up!

Watch out for that....

This morning, the boys and I got up and got ready pretty early this morning. I had some errands to run and knew that if I didn't light a fire under some little boys' butts, I wouldn't get to run my errands. So we head off to Walmart before 8am. That's right 8am! So I'm pushing around the big cart that has the 2 seats facing each other when Jack decides that he needs to stretch his legs. So the little bugger gets out and promises to hold my hand...yeah right! He takes off running. Now imagine a little boy running down the aisles in cowboy boots. Now these aren't any cowboy boots, these are Buzz and Woody boots. So as he's running Jack is watching his feet instead of where he's going. I yell, "Jack Dylan watch where you're going before..." Before I could finish my sentence Jack ran right into the pole. Not a little dinky pole, I'm talking the 1 foot concrete pole that anyone can see. Not only does my little man run into the pole, but he hits the fire extinguisher mounted on the side. The extinguisher catches the side of his head and lands on his shoulder before hitting the ground making a huge noise. I saw the whole thing happening and luckily it wasn't that bad. We could've been making a trip to the ER, but my kids have hard heads. The noise scared him more than the actual hit. There was an assistant manager who came by to see if he was ok. He was fine, so she picked up the extinguisher and put it where it belonged. As we're walking by I noticed that she just placed it in the holder and didn't fasten it in....REALLY???? Are people that stupid? So I fastened the latch so some poor soul wasn't walking by and accidentally hit it. At the check out counter, there were some long lines. There was a little boy 2 people a head of us and him and Jack started playing. The woman in front of us and I struck up a conversation. I was saying that my boys bounce back pretty quickly and gave the example of the fire extinguisher. She looked at me and said, "Oh so he's your little boy! I heard you warning him then before you could finish there was a big crash." I replied, "Yep, that's my boy!" Glad Jack left an impression on someone. There's an adventure with 2 little boys no matter where you go!

Holy Green Poop Batman!

Since several of my friends like hearing of the crazy adventures in my house, why not start a blog?!? So here it goes.

Today I was feeling really motivated, ready to get some cleaning done and have some fun doing it. First I was getting breakfast ready for the boys. Jack wanted fruit salad, so I started cutting up 2 melons that I had. I look over over Luke (who just turned 1 last weeks) was doing the Rocky dance on top of the dining room table! He figured out how to climb up the chairs and then climb onto the table. Yikes! So got him down and went back to making breakfast. I started to hear some commotion going on in the living room and look over just in time to see Jack push Luke off the chair. Luke just wasn't the same after that. Breakfast went well, nothing like some honey dew and cantaloupe and some Multi-Grain Cheerios for breakfast.

Once things were cleaned up Luke and I decided to start sorting out the toys. Luke has out grown some of his "baby" toys and we just need to make some room. All of a sudden I caught a whiff of something fowl. I look over and Jack has poop all over his butt, legs and on his foot! And it's just not the regular grade brown stuff, no, it's the green stuff. So I oh so carefully walk him to the bathroom and stop. My downstairs bathroom has green poo all over. It's covering the toilet, on my rug, you can see the footprints out the door. It's just gross. I remain calm, because Jack is awesome at going "ewww" in the potty. He was super easy to potty train. I look over and he has his hands on his hips and is shaking his head. He goes, "I'm just soooooo mad. I'm so mad that my ewwws didn't make it in the potty!" I had to just laugh. I looked over and told him that sometime accidents just happen and that it was ok, Mommy was going to clean it up. So after I cleaned the kid up and sent him out in the living room with a movie I got to work. Scrubbed my bathroom from top to bottom and washed the bathroom rug. Now that I think about it, it looked worse than it really was. I mean, I've dealt with much worse.

So since today's topic seems to be poop, I'll tell my favorite poop story. We were living in San Diego and Jack was about 10 or 11 months old. He was in the crib and really quiet, he usually was up no later than 730. It was almost 9am and I was getting a little worried. So I poked my head in his room, looked, then shut the door. I had to count to 10 then head back inside. Jack had taken his diaper off and decided to give himself a mudmask. It was perfectly applied, except it was poop! It went beautifully around his eyes and mouth. And it had dried on there. So I picked up my naked trouble maker and promptly took him to the tub. I put him in there, got the big clumps of stuff off, took the crazy boy out, bleached the tub THEN gave him a regular bath with soap and all. Suprisingly there wasn't poop anywhere else besides on him. I've heard horror stories of fingerpainting on the walls, etc. Luckily, I just have poop eaters.

Jack was so bad at taking off his diaper that we tried almost everything. Some recommended putting a onesie on, well he'd just reach up from the bottom of his onesie and undo the diaper and take it off. Some recommended putting it on backwards....sorry but my kid was just too smart for that. We even duct taped the diaper. That helped us out the most. It worked for a month or so, then he figured out how to take off the tape. So we just gave up and hoped he'd hurry up and outgrow it. Now that he's 3, he just likes to run around the house naked.

So what a way to start off the blog! Let me hear 3 cheers for poop! Some people are lucky and only have to deal with diapers, others like myself are elbow deep in it. I've gotten over my adversion to poop, vomit and other bodily functions since my little angels have arrived.