Code Brown

We had a fun morning. We went to the hardware store and to the library, and then came home to have some lunch. After eating, the boys were playing quietly in their room, and I decided to use the opportunity to get online and reserve some of the boys' favorite books from the library. Anyway, I am doing my "good mom" deed of the day and I hear Levi say something about "poo poo." And then something about cleaning. I go in his room and he is "cleaning" poop off of his toddler bed (with toilet paper!) and asks me to start working on the air conditioner grate. At this point I don't say much, I just try to focus on not vomiting and on being efficient.

And then Max starts to venture toward me and toward the seemingly endless supply of poop. I realize that his diaper is poopy too. (Can't they work together to stagger these sorts of events?) Then Max throws a wooden alphabet block down the air conditioning intake. Argh! I was feeling a little overwhelmed (did I mention that I used to be extremely germ conscious??) and decided to calmly buckle them in their high chairs, while I put the air conditioner grate (and Max's shoes) in the bathtub for later cleaning, rescued the wooden block from the deep black hole with the vacuum cleaner , and put clean mattress pads and sheets on their beds (something I needed to do before nap time anyway,) not to mention some serious disinfecting.

Levi is shouting to me from the confines of the high chair, "But momma, I am all full." I know buddy. I know. Then I bathed them with baby soap in the kitchen sink and put them down for naps. Everything is better when babies smell yummy.

I write this, not because the day had an amazing ending. Although, having Zach do the dinner dishes nearly every night is pretty amazing. I just write, hoping the you will feel like you had a pretty good day in comparison. Maybe if you are sad at times that your children are all grown, you will have a moment of happiness in reveling in the clean smell of your house :)

Love,
Kate