Let's Talk Poop, Shall We?

We've all been there, I know. I have heard the horror stories. I was that mother who said, "Oh no - not my kids. They would never do such a thing". And then I ate my words.

My kids (well, especially the female one) likes to wait until naptime and nighttime to go #2. She has always, always been a nighttime #2er. She wakes up each and every morning with a diaper that would kill flowers. (I warned you about this post). And since we have potty trained, she now like to save her day #2 for her naptime. I don't know why she is doing this. I would much rather go in the potty instead of in my diaper  and sleeping in it - wouldn't you??

I should have learned my lesson the first time it happened. I heard two little toddler upstairs giggling when they should have been napping. I though, "oh, how sweet- the two twins up there giggling and laughing at each other. They love each other so much". Yeah right. Oh how naive of me. And I should know better. I am now a seasoned mom, with surviving years one and two with twins. So, when I went up there and it looked like an elephants barn, I should have been more prepared with what I saw. What I saw would have scared you. They were naked, diapers off, and poo EVERYWHERE. On the walls, on the crib, on them, etc.

So, like I said, I should have knows the first time this happened. But, no. It happened again yesterday. Them giggling. Me (this time) "OMG GO TO SLEEEEEEEEPPPPP!".

Them still giggling, no napping. I finally went up there to find a super happy little boy and a giggly little girl. Clothes were on this time. However both their hands looked like they had been working in clay all day. Yep, you guessed correctly. They were both putting their little toddler hands down their diapers, pulling out you-know-what and smearing it everywhere. Josh had just controlled his to his crib only.

Jules, on the other hand:

picture this: Jules, lying on her back hands covered. Then - "Look Mama!! Washee Face!! Washee Face!!" Again, use your imagination and just guess what she was doing. She was giving herself a homemade mudmask. And instead of being irate, I started laughing uncontrollably. I mean, it was the most hysterical thing you have ever seen. She was sooooo excited and proud of herself.

Washee Face!! Washee Face!!

I wasnt sure whether to put this on the blog or not. But I also know its the stories like this that you really don't want to forget, because they really grow up so fast, and these little awful things they do are what make these toddler years the hardest and best. (and will be 16 soon, and can use this again then, no?)

Face of a guilty boy.  "Sorry Mama. It's wasn't my fault, I pwomise" = Josh. Yes, Joshie. I know who the instigator was.

There is really no moral to this story other than I am officially in the club. And I am so far from perfect and my kids are so very far from perfect as well. And messy. And gross. But they still crack me up and are adorable and I love them to pieces. And they immediately got the bath of the century.

Steppin Out Saturday - St Pattys Day and Spring Cleaning

How much do you love St Patrick's Day? I don't know what is is, but man! I love this day! I will go ahead and preface this with a warning that the babes were very much in a picture taking mood today, so I VERY much obliged, natch.

On Jules: Dress: Tea
On Josh: Shirt: Yo Gabba Gabba//Shorts: Polo
Hand Holding: A gift sent from God to make mommies die.

I triple dog dare you to find a cuter boy on the planet.

He was all out the pictures on Saturday!! YAY! Seriously - how sweet is he? And, yes, I totes agree he looks like a little girl here. HeHe. Must get that haircut soon.

Little cutie pie!

Saturday morning the babes and I went to a couple of more consignment sales, but they were just eh. I am pretty picky when it comes to consignment sales. And I have come to the conclusion that church sales aren't the greatest. They aren't picky when it comes to what they allow in their sales because they just want as much money to go to their church, so the stuff isn't super high quality like other sales. But, I still got a few things.

Um....can we say Afro?

Little model posing

The babes and I then went to the park on a FABULOUS sunny day here (mid 70's! hello!). Then there was an after-nap issue concerning some poop (yes, I said it - that beauty will have to wait for another post). I then spent the majority of the afternoon changing out their winter/summer clothes (how is it already possible that we are doing that??)

She's hysterical

Josh wants to join in on the fun! They liek pretending they are "in jail". Hmmm. Maybe we should stop playing this game. Don't want them to actually enjoy it.

Closet full of spring clothes!

This boy now owns more shorts than Jake has probably even owned. I have a problem.

Then Jake and I got to get out on a fun date night with basketball watching and St Pattys Day Fun.
YAY for St Patty's Day!

On Moi:
Dress: Old Navy//Belt: Target//Shoes: Aldo

Family Pic! No, Jake isn't wearing green. He did wear a green shirt eariler when he played golf though. And that mess on Jules' face? Orange M and M. She likes to lick the outside off and spit out the rest. HeHe.

The Weekly Project 23 - Bow Ties

On Josh: Shirt and Pants and Shoes: Gap//Bowtie: www.mamaandthedudes.com

Dear Josh,

Mommy bought you two bow ties, and you wore one to church last Sunday. It is definitely your look. Being a twin, you are constantly wanting what Jules has. Jules gets to paint her toes and fingers pink. You, not understanding, and not wanting to be left out, get "shiny" toes. (clear polish, lol). You don't understand why you can't wear bows and pigtails in YOUR hair like Jules. It's so hard for Mommy to say that girls do some things, and boys do another. (silly, really). But, now you have your bow!! Now you can wear your bows as well, just like Jules. And you loved it. It was so very, very precious on you as well, like most everything in life. Your sister Jules is my super-smart-spunky-hysterical-cute one, but you my darling boy are my sweet-magazine-cover-model-perfect-beautiful-take-my-breath-away-handsome son.


Love,

Mommy