BE BACK SOON:)

my brothers dancing

Please check out my (RM) brother dancing....

http://newsfromthebitterroot.blogspot.com/2007/09/johnnys-moves.html

MY PERFECT STORM

I have a few comments to make regarding my children.

1. Sadie is drawn to the bathroom. This is her favorite place to spend time. She continually tries to crawl in full circle AROUND the ENTIRE toilet...thereby wedging herself in between the toilet and bathtub...She prefers to eat toilet paper than my well prepared meals. And her most favorite activity in this room is to pull herself up to standing position using the lid of the toilet. She then proceeds to try to play in the toilet water...

(As I am writing this, my stomach is churning in disgust....)

Now, I do try to keep the door closed. However, with 2 other children using the toilet, the door is sometimes left ajar....

2. Reese is still "potty training". He is doing really good...except he has gone ALMOST everyday with an "accident"... occasionally these accidents are not just potty, but poop as well.

Here is where my story begins:

I was washing the dishes after our lovely dinner of kelbasa, corn on the cob, and rice...when I looked up to see a slightly distressed look on Reese's face. He was outside playing on the back patio. His stance was askew, his legs a little further spread than normal. I knew it was coming...

He had gone the whole day w/o an "accident", but the day was not over yet.

I ran to him, only to be met with a frowny face of disappointed and fear.

The deed had already been done...The mess, shall we say, was already in his pants.

I was distressed at this moment...I have had enough of washing poopy underwear in the toilet, while the toilet water splashes on my hands. I was tired of scrubbing spots in the carpet.

But, I DID compose myself and rushed him to the bathroom calmly explaining for the 800th time about where poop goes....

He has poop on his bum and on his leg and even some on his hand, (it was unavoidable as I slid his underwear down).

The first thing I do (after i take the soiled britches off) is to throw them in the toilet to, yet again, wash then out.

Ugghh....I needed to go and get the wipes to clean him off so I could give him another bath. (I do not like the idea of poop in the bathtub) So I tell Reese to stay there and not to move. He nods his head, but this does not necessarily mean that he will comply...

As I run back to the bathroom, wipes in hand, Sadie had slipped past me and was already standing up, holding onto the toilet seat, Reese, had his hand on the flusher, and pushed firmly down without any hesitation. I ran in, grabbed the poopy underwear out of the toilet, and threw them in the bathtub. (I did not want a clogged toilet to deal with)

This is what I like to refer to as my perfect storm.

This is when I began to get frantic....I grab Sadie and took her out to the Liv. Room, I need to get Reese cleaned up first..

But Sadie is relentless, she returns seconds later, full speed charge into the bathroom. AGAIN, I grab her and put her out in the Liv. room and THEN close the bathroom door....moments later I hear her at the door, growling at my defensive move.

But she will have to wait...

I turn to look at Reese, feeling slightly relieved that I can now get down to the (dirty) business of cleaning him...but....

he decided that he wanted to "help" me by cleaning out his own underwear in the toilet.

This is when I let out a loud cry!

I ended up wiping Reese down, washing his hands with soapy water.... and THEN throwing him into a bubble bath....with his sisters...

After the bath, I poured COMET over the entire bathroom and CLEANED! (until the next time)

my little girl

Audrey started her preschool today. She looks so grown up:(

Where is the time going??

my new alarm clock

This is the scene from over our fence from the backyard. This is one of the reasons that I love my house, there isn't another house directly behind us, looking down on us. It makes me feel like we have some privacy and it makes me feel like we are out of the hustle and bustle "city".

That being said, literally, at 4:30-5:00 A.M. we hear the cock crow! Our back neighbors have chickens, a rooster or two, and horses. It is so funny because I feel like I am on a farm. I do love the scene. It is so tranquil.

I could probably throw my alarm clock away and just go by the rooster. I think it is great tho. It isn't so loud...but loud enough that it makes me laugh. I enjoy feeling rustic and I hope that the bliss of my home never wears off!

my wrath from the Domestic Goddess

Some of my least favorite household duties include:

1. unloading the dishwasher

2. cleaning the toilet

AND

3. FOLDING LAUNDRY

(This list could go on, but I didn't want to complain to much)

I really don't mind washing the clothes (I mean, separating and putting them in the washer)...

I just do not like folding them.

So, as the buzzer beeps, I take the warm, fluffy, clean clothes and throw them into an inconspicuous corner in my bedroom.

That is where they sit and sit and stay until I get bored and desperate enough to fold them.

I believe I have conjured the wrath of the Domestic Goddess because in 4 SEPARATE occasions as I have attempted to fold my laundry, I pick up a towel or other item and a mean looking spider scurries across my carpet. He had found a safe haven, an undisturbed spot under my clean clothes.

The Goddess is angry at me and is punishing me for my laziness. Now, I don't mind spiders that much. (mice are another story) I will kill them, I just HATE it when

1. they are living in my "clean" clothes

and when 2. they surprise me out of no where.

So, I am no longer leaving the laundry to pile up...I get right to the folding....

Hopefully the Domestic Goddess will accept my whole hearted forgiveness and stop punishing me with sneaky scary looking spiders.

my scientist

Audrey and a tendency to be very inquisitive. I think that it is great because that is how she learns so many things. She is so smart and explorative. However, she sometimes asks me the most random questions. Questions that make my brain want to explode. Questions that I don't even know where to begin or how to explain the answer. So, I started writing them down...here are a very few of the possibly 1000 daily questions:

1. How do fairies fly?

2. What is blood made out of?

3. What does the Holy Ghost look like?

4. Can I marry my brother?

5. How does my hair grow?

6. Where does the spider get her web? & Why doesn't she fall off?

7. Why does a jellyfish sting hurt? What is the stinger?

8. How big is a giant?

9. Why does the beast have claws?

10. How many stars are there?

(me)- Billions and billions

(audrey) Is there anymore than that?

(me)- yes, i am sure

(audrey) -How many?