My Life.

Before you have kids, you can't appreciate the humor that children provide. You just don't understand, it's impossible. That being said...it's been a rough week around here, mostly involving the kids. This week I feel like someone buried my body in the sand, and only my head is poking out with the tide about to roll in. The great thing about kids is they always sense tension and they try to break it. Maybe subconsciously, but however they do it...it works. I was roaming around online trying to look for a cheap Branson hotel for this week, when Addi runs into the room and says "mom you should probably come look at this!" So I bolt into Conner's room, only to find him STANDING UP on his diaper changing station...after my brain took 2 seconds to try and figure out how he got up there in the first place, I immediately scooped him up and placed him on the ground. Upon doing so, I didn't even notice that he was covered in diaper rash creme. I walked back to the kitchen, made a glass of apple juice and returned to Conner's room...Wondering what that strange smell is. I sat there for a second, noticed the diaper rash ointment was exactly where it was supposed to be, so that couldn't be it...right?! Looked around, finally looked at Conner...really looked at him. There is a strange smiley face painted on the left side of his face in diaper rash ointment. His hair has been partially spiked with the same paste, and Silas was apparently a victim of the ointment crime too....Poor boys. It was also all over Addi's shirt, covering Buzz Lightyear, wiped all over the diaper changing station, and had now made its way to the couch. Moments like these really make you appreciate the humor that children provide. Yes, it will be more work for me to clean up the mess, but ultimately the one hard laugh it provided me with is enough of a high, to make me forget about the clean up process. Oh, and if your wondering...I asked Addi why she covered the boys in the diaper rash cream and she said "I wanted them too look like they had bird poop on them." I really don't know where she gets this stuff?

As I type this right now, Silas is pelting me with fruit loops. I don't know why, (last time I checked, he liked them?) but I know that when he is done, he will stop...and for now it's strangely funny to have to type/dodge cheerios at the same time. I figure he is just trying to improve my hand/eye coordination. Maybe I've lost it. Oh well!