My playroom... The toilet.

I am a good mom. I cook a hot breakfast for my trio pretty much every day. Whole doing this, they entertain themselves in the playroom. I can see in there from the kitchen, with the exception of the corners of the room.

Today, I took a break to come change it to the most important Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.... Upon stepping over the safety gate, I saw a nighttime diaper. I had not removed any diapers, yet. Sigh.

Warren was playing in the floor, bare booty shining. That's when I saw it. The first if many piles of poop. It was like a trail from the corner to the baby hate. He has scooted his butt across the floor. In MORE THAN ONE SPOT. Is summer break over, yet? Lol

So while my children
Enjoyed a hot
Meal, I cleaned the newest toilet at our house. I though I had it all... But my
Lucky left foot found more. We have brown speckled carpet. It is the perfect poo camouflage. I am scarred. Next post... Giving all children and myself a bath without a second set of hands. That should make for a good read.

Baseball games are a workout.

Especially when you take three small children and a husband who drinks too much beer. Lawdy! The boys enjoyed the popcorn from the concrete, tried to crawl UNDER the seats to the lower level, got their feet and legs caught in the seats more than I can count, spilled a drink, dipped their hands in nacho cheese, drank 2 jumbo diet cokes, inhaled cotton candy and a container of strawberry fields tic-tacs, and managed to ride me snd my knees to my near death... All within 2 short hours. I *think* a baseball game took place but I honestly can't be sure. We left to come home at 8 and they all three started pitching fits because they hadn't killed me, yet.

The father left full of cheap beer and happy. I left dehydrated and cranky. I should say that a fun time was had by all, but it's obvious that my idea of fun is a bit skewed. Just a bit.

Lady bugs taste crunchy. (This should be posted 5/13!)

Yesterday was so beautiful, we took the boys outside to play on the new play yard while I planted flowers. Middle kept running away, as usual, and finally I decided to corral him inside the bottom part of the playhouse. He was having a great time playing until he started coughing. I ran over there to see what was making him choke, and he reaches into his mouth and hands me something and as I look at it, I realize it's 1/2 the hard shell of a lady bug. At first I was disgusted, thinking I guess this is the first time he has tried to eat a bug. Then, he reaches back in his mouth, and hands me the rest of the half eaten bug that is trying to crawl out of his mouth. If you have never held a half eaten-slobbered-on ladybug, you just haven't lived. He just kept giggling because he thought it was hilarious the way the bug was tickling his tongue. Big, also thought it was hilarious, and said he was going to find more lady bugs to feed to his brother. Little, on the other hand, was not impressed and squealed every time Big tried to hand in a grasshopper that he found. At least one of my children has the good sense to not eat Random bugs. Then again, if I am ever caught out survivor style, I want Middle with me because he can catch a lady bug faster than you can snap your fingers.

Must try new things.

Big has decided that he must try new things. At least that's what he tells me each and every time he gets in trouble something that he has done. For example, last night when he put the remote control in my diet Pepsi, I asked him why he did it and again he says, Mommy, I must try new things!" I'm not sure which of his learning cartoons thought that that phrase would be a good idea, but when I figure it out, I will be writing one very crazy long letter.