The Joys of Poop

If you have small kids like I do, then you probably understand the joys of poop.  You understand that when your fifteen month old walks up to you as your sitting in the family room blogging on your computer and throws a piece of poop fresh from his backside at your face and smiles, that this is just the beginning of your problems.  And, you would think, as a mom of three small boys I would understand that you NEVER leave a 15 month old alone without a diaper on for more than about 15 seconds.  But of course you'd be wrong.

So that poop at my face?  Yep, you guessed it.  I traced it back to a small art project in the kitchen where he had walked through it and sat in it.  It was, or course, trailed through the kitchen and into the pantry.  It was all over his legs, his rear end, and his arms.  Say it with me, EWWWW.

As I proceeded to give him an impromptu bath in the kitchen sink, I decided I needed to start counting down the days until the last child is officially potty trained.  But then again, with three boys, is that even possible?  If you have multiple boys you know what I mean.  They may not be going in their pants anymore, but that doesn't mean they're not missing aim; sometimes quite a bit I must add.  I've cleaned  pee off the surrounding floor, the shower curtain next to the toilet, the blinds and the windows.  Sometimes I wonder how the heck they get it where they do.

We finally broke down and invested in some targets for the kids toilets and I'm happy to report that they are working.  The pee seems to have cleared the windows, blinds and curtains for now.  All though I still occasionally find a puddle on the floor.

So if you have boys, I'd love to know your thoughts on ways to contain their you know what to the you know where.

I'm late! I'm late! For a very Important Date!

Well, with only six days left in the school year, I finally did it.  I forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up only 5 minutes before Nicholas was supposed to leave for school.  Yikes!  Have you ever done that before?  There's that first minute where you wake up and think, "man, do I feel great this morning, I wonder what I did different?"  And then there's the realization like a brick over the head; that "OH CRAP, I slept in!"

I'm running down the hall like a woman possessed telling Nick we have to get dressed NOW.  And he just comes down the ladder and says, "Mom, it's ok.  I laid out my clothes the night before and I'll take my breakfast in the car (we drive him instead of him taking the bus, incidentally so that Mommy can have an extra half hour sleep.  Apparently she needs more). 

That boy is wise beyond his years.  Just being around his calm presence this morning calmed me and  believe it or not, he was dressed and out the door in 10 minutes with lunch in hand (and breakfast as well).

Thank goodness there's only five more days of waking up.  If there's one thing to look forward to with summer break, it's not having to set the dreaded alarm.