Our Yard Sale Was A Success!

But there was one thing we just couldn't seem to get rid of...


Left Overs

Guess we'll have to keep her!

My Kids Poop On Me....

...Literally.
My daughter was happy and playing on the floor, my 7 year old was happily playing his Game Boy, and of course, there was distress coming from my 2 year old. I was trying to have a conversation with my mother about my trials that day, while my 2 year old(again, why is it always him??) was constantly interrupting me. "Libby pooped" he kept saying. Now this is nothing out of the ordinary, the pooping, and him telling me she pooped. He tells me about a hundred times a day that she pooped. He's never right, but he still tells me just as much. I was succeeding at ignoring him, until he shouted "Libby's in the toilet!". Again, he was wrong, but she was close to the bathroom door, so I ran over and scooped her up. Just then, I felt it. Warm pasty, smelly, yuckiness!! For the first time ever, my 2 year old was right, Libby did poop. A lot! It was everywhere. It was on the carpet, my clothes, her clothes, my arms, and even up the back of her head in her hair(how does poop travel so well?).
Now you would think that her diaper had never been changed, or it was completely full right? But it wasn't. It never ceases to amaze me how much poop a little baby can produce, and how much it can spread. I think there was only a small trace of it actually in the diaper. The rest seemed to have escaped somehow, and began to terrorize us like the Blob.
The baby was crying, Ethan was laughing, my 7 year old was freaked out, and I was feeling despair. Where do I even begin? If I don't get it off the carpet, then Ethan will surely track it or spread it. If I don't get it off of myself and the baby, it will continue to get on the floor and everything else....UGH!
Poop stinks! Literally and figuratively. Getting pooped on, stinks even worse!

Yard Sale!

We are just about done with all the packing and cleaning out. We have tons of clothes, toys, furniture, and misc house things to get rid of. Come on out if you're in need of any of that. Pass it on to your friends.
Saturday May 14th rain or shine
8am-1pm
ALL PRICES NEGOTIABLE!!!!!!!
Email me if you need directions

"Call an exorcist"....

...was the line I heard repeated several times at the grocery store the other day. You see, I broke my own rule(not taking my children to the store ever again in their young lives) and took my three children grocery shopping. From the parking lot, my 2 year old(why is it always him???) was whining that he "don't want to go to store mommy, NO!!". Well it must've been all the packing that has caused some sort of oxygen shortage to my brain, because instead of running away-screaming, like the dope that I apparently am, I went in thinking he would stop. I had to stop right on the inside of the doors to calm him(threaten really). As soon as the cart started to move again, he started whaling, kicking and doing some type of convulsing movement. I quietly informed him that he would be taking a trip to the bathroom if he didn't behave himself. Not only did that not work, but it seemed to have made him even more mad. So naturally, I did what any normal, sane woman would do, I left the store right? NO! I took him to the bathroom and spanked his little heiny. He was so sorry after that, and I was convinced that this thing was in the bag. Now all I had to do was gather up what was left of my sanity, ignore the embarrassment I was feeling, and finish my shopping that I hadn't even been allowed to start.
We left the bathroom, and wouldn't you know it, he threw himself on the floor and started that little convulsive dance of his, all the while, screaming at the top of his lungs. I had to pick him up kicking and screaming, and throw him into the cart. I had finally gotten it through my head that it was way past time to go home, and that I would not be doing any shopping today. I tried my best to console him while I ran down the closest isle to the bathroom, and picked up a pizza and french fries. He just wouldn't have any part of it, and he continued to scream all the way until we go into the car....
I couldn't even look the cashier in the eye, or anyone else for that matter. People were peering around the corners of isles to what the fuss was, the manager came out of his office for goodness sake!
Yesterday I had to go grocery shopping again. I used to go to Shoppers, but yesterday, and until we move, I went to Safeway!