Poop...gross or funny?

OK, so my friend's sister talked on her blog about how she was trying to distract her almost 2 year old while she changed her poopy diaper...she asked like 100 questions and the one that "caught" shall we say, was, "Margs, do you want to see your poo poo?" To that, I thought, duh, who doesn't? I mean, if you don't look at your OWN poop when you are finished dropping the kids off at the pool, then there's something wrong with you...I mean, you MIGHT, MIGHT catch a glimpse of the illustrious corn...anyway, my friends will kill me for talking about all of that because its, well, gross...I have a feeling however, that their husbands are high fiving each other because they were thinking the same thing...soooo anyway...Margs does INDEED want to see her own poo (because we all do) and it falls onto her board book...a tornado of chaos ensues...need I say more?
OK Sarah, I can top that...so, Graelyn is about 6 months old and I've just fed her green beans...yum. She poops and I change her...we're out so its kinda chaotic (the kid kind of chaotic, NOT the Britney Spears kind) and I'm not really paying as close attention as I should. I digress. I am cleaning everything up, throwing the diaper away and cleaning myself up. Oops, missed a small something on my pinky...oh well, its green beans, I'll just lick it....OH MY GOODNESS!!!!! Can you guess, can you? NOT GREEN BEANS...poop...gross...so tag, y'all are ALL it...top the grossness factor of eating your own child's poop...well, licking it at least. I bet you all want a big kiss right on the lips from me right about now, don't you???

My "dirty" little secret

OK so last weekend some of my best friends came into town and stayed with me at my house. The week of, was, needless to say, INSANE...sooo, I called my friend Rebekah (aka partner in crime) and asked her the name of her cleaning lady. I need all of my readers (all 2 of you) to understand that I have NEVER EVER had anyone clean my house before...soo, we arranged it...Luz would come over and clean my house on Friday morning...sweet! The girls were coming in Friday afternoon...leave the key under the mat, the money on the counter and we're set! I come home to find my house immaculate! It was amazing! VERY clean indeed...sooo, I thought...yeah, I'm dead, I mean, dead meat...my husband will surely know I did not clean this good in the short amount of time I had on Thursday and Friday to do so!
The girls and I go to pick up my friend Sarah from the airport and come home to feed the girls. My husband gets home and life goes as normal...he helps me with the girls, helps with dinner, talks, laughs, etc...and now, almost exactly one week since the cleaning incident has he said ONE WORD about the house! Not even, "hey hon, the house looks great!" Or, "wow, you really cleaned well."
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! I'm just waiting for him to read this now to find out...so Seth, I'm waiting...

Here are my 5 things...

So I challenged my friend Rebekah to 5 things we didn't know about her...here are mine...it's not fair that I would challenge her and then NOT do them myself:
1. I'm actually NOT an only child...I have an 18 year old half brother...only found out about him 5 years ago though...yeah yeah, Jerry Springer's calling tomorrow.
2. Sometimes when I drop the girls off in the mornings at Ms. Kathy's, I actually continue listening to Veggie Tales almost the whole way to work...whether or not I realize it is a whole other story:)
3. I had a Mormon boyfriend in 5th grade...he had 8 brothers and sisters...but only one dad:)
4. If I could eat my weight in iced sugar cookies I would.
5. I wish I could live in another country for a few years so the girls could experience other cultures.

bib, panties, what's the difference

So 2 nights ago I was getting ready to feed Graelyn her baby food. Gwen wanted me to stay in the living room with her so I pulled out the bumbo and put Grae in it...I went over to the pile of laundry to get a bib...the bib velcro was stuck to a pair of my underwear so I ripped it off and went over to put the bib on Graelyn. However, rather than putting a BIB on her, I actually tried to put a pair of my PANTIES! on her!!!! Hmmm...seems sort of similar if you ask me. I was talking to my friend Kim and she made an excellent point: both catch dribble and prevent you/baby from getting soaked by whatever comes out...hmmm, sounds good to me!
On a side note...I did actually get a bib and put on her though:)

java chiller

OK, so for those fo you who like coffee(I LOVE coffee) you should try the new java chillers from Sonic...I am working on my mocha java chiller (that's a mouthful)this morning and honestly, its really good! For my OBU friends, remember the java shake things from Deem's? Well, it tastes alot like those...not as coffee-y as Starbucks frappuchinos but a cheaper alternative in a pinch for sure...

Are stickers digestible?

So the other night I'm in the kitchen, getting supper ready and I have just finished feeding Graelyn...she's content in her bumbo so I let her stay...no, she wasn't on the table...she was on the floor, so she was safe, right? Well, enter big sister Gwen! Armed with a page full of stickers, she decides that Graelyn's bumbo isn't pretty enough so she puts 3, count them, 3 stickers on the bumbo. A few minutes go by, Seth comes home (which always raises the decible level in our home) and he picks up Grae...he then says, what is she eating? I say, nothing...I was about to feed her her bottle...he fishes around and comes out with nothing...I said, oh it was probably a leaf or something (he hates when I say that because it worries him). I turn to look at them and notice that there are only 2 stickers on Graelyn's bumbo...hmmm...weren't there 3 before? Yeah, Graelyn totally ate an easter chicken sticker and it didn't even come out in her poop...she's my kind of girl...

6th grade drama

Yeah, so I teach 6th grade theatre...and 5th grade actually...but that's not what I'm talking about today:) My 6th grade girls are FULL of drama...and not on the stage kind either...I prefer my "drama" to be left on the stage. The whole adage, "save the drama for your mama" is totally my mantra...well anyway...this morning some of my girls had some drama and I basically told them that they needed to keep the drama out of my classroom...that their lives weren't so difficult and stressful that they needed to bring on that much drama to their lives...so why, I ask, do 6th grade girls seem to flock to the drama automatically? I just don't remember having that kind of drama...I DO remember worrying that my bangs weren't big enough and that they wouldn't have that right "swoop" or "poof" anyway...just weird...I just wanted to tell them to go get a latte and get over it:)