Squeaky Clean

After Elijah’s shower he told me he is all out of shampoo. I checked, and the entire bottle is empty. It was a GIANT bottle, and I bought it a little less than a month ago. He is 5, super doooper tiny, and BALD how is all the shampoo gone?! He said “I have to make sure I’m all clean Mom!”

My mother thinks its hilarious that karma is chewing my bum now. But at least I had (have) hair!


The plague

Martha is kindasorta potty training. She spent the morning alternating between sitting on her potty watching Daniel Tiger, and standing up, bending over the potty, and making retching noises and spitting. She then (every time) proudly says- “I poooked!” Apparently being the only person in the house who didn’t get the stomach bug going around has her feeling left out.

Good Morning!

This morning was life as usual. Got up, got kids up, downstairs, made coffee, let dog out. When I came back inside Martha was crouched down on the heat vent CHUGGING the coffee creamer. She drank half a bottle of Italian Sweet Cream. When I came in she looked at me and said “Mmmmm, coffee!”

She now has a serious sugar buzz going.


As I was getting out of the shower this morning Elijah “accidentally” walked in. He looked at me and said “Mom, are you sure you’re not going to have another baby? Because your belly is really really big.” Way to start my day full of confidence kid!