Thursday, June 9, 2011

You Heard It Right

I emptied Joey's backpack the other day and discovered a spelling test. He got a 95%. I told him he did a good job. He took a look at it and realized he got another one wrong, and the teacher didn't mark it. The word was "tiger" and he spelled, "tigger".

He asked me to put the test back in his folder, so he could tell the teacher he should get a 90%. I told him I was proud of him for making a good choice. His response, "Thanks, Mom. I'm really trying to improve my life."

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Don't Question the Poop

I was just thinking recently how poop-free this house has been lately.  Big mistake.

Elia had the pee-poo Tuesday, which dripped down her chubby legs and all over the living room floor.  Hooray for hardwoods.

Christian came home from school Wednesday with his pee-poo clothes in a bag.  If they weren't a new pair of shorts I would have tossed them in the trash.

Wednesday night, the girls were in bed having a hay day.  There were shrieks of excitement and a lot of bouncing.  Then I started to hear, "Ewe!"

I ignored it for a few minutes and then Elia began screaming for me.  "Mommy!  Gracie is disgusting!  Gracie has poop!  Gracie is nasty!" 

I was still ignoring it at that point, until I heard, "Mommy!  Gracie has poop in her eye!"

You've got to be kidding me.  Sure enough I opened the door and get slapped in the face with the smell of poop.  This is what I see.

This was not pee-poo.  This was thick, playdough-like, poop.  It was on the walls and all over the crib.  I gagged as I cleaned her up.

This morning, upon opening the girls door, Elia was lying on her stomach surrounded by a brown colored sheet.  She was covered to her neck in poop.  I picked up her pillow and it was no longer white.  I threw that thing right in the trash.

Moral of the story: If your home is poop-free, don't question it, unless you want to play with it for the next week.