lesson learned

my kid pooped his pants today, in payless shoe store, no less. and it was the one day i foolishly thought there was no need to pack an extra set of undies and shorts in my diaper bag. but i digress.

as he's walking in his poop to get to the car and i'm ranting on about how disgusting it is and "do you need a diaper like a baby because you can't go on the potty like a big boy?" he pitifully says he's sorry. and i say "no, you're not! because if you were really sorry, you wouldn't do it over and over again!" like he understood that.

then an arrow pierces my heart. amidst the chaos, i quietly think about our sweet Father. is this what He thinks every time i kneel to apologize and wallow in self-pity for doing the same wrongs every day, over and over again? i know He loves me, but surely He must be a little exasperated as He tries to whisper "if you are truly sorry, don't do it again". i was/am humbled.

and now i can't be mad at my kid. dang it.

a tasty morsel

if any of you are wondering what you do in med school, this is it, folks. this is graduate school.

mummy-head

i don't even know...but cute, so i have to post it.

all aboard!

boulder city has this great train that you can take a 45 min ride on. so fun. jack loved it. heck, i loved it. my secret dream is to ride a train cross-country, eat and sing in the dining car like they do in "white christmas", and sleep on board. someday.




that thing is monstrous.

the ultimate poop story

so because we just potty-trained jack, poop is discussed a lot. he gets a sucker every time he poops on the potty. don't you sometimes feel like you deserve a sucker when you poop? anyway...are you ready for this?!

couple days ago, jack did his thing on the toilet. awesome. let him pick a sucker. he and sam are playing in the living room, so i run upstairs, i swear for 2 seconds, to finish up something on the computer. seriously, 2 seconds later i hear jack yell "eww, sick, mom!!! sam has poop all over him and he's putting it all over me!!!" what? i'm thoroughly confused as to how that is possible.

i run downstairs, they aren't in the living room. i find them in the bathroom, jack is sitting on the toilet with his pants down, totally disgusted and sure enough, there is poop everywhere, the biggest portion sitting on sam's foot. what?

people, this is the only way i figure it could've happened. jack must not have been done pooping, so he went back for another round. sam tagged along (he's a little obsessed with the bathroom anyway) and pulled himself up on the toilet right where jack's bum was. as jack pooped, sam must have CAUGHT/GRABBED it in his hands and proceeded to share the love, because there is NO WAY he could've reached the little guy if it had made it to the bottom of the toilet. sick, i just vomited a little in my mouth (again).

i swear to you, i smelled poop in my dreams all last night.

randomness

the first set of triplets born in completely different years. a natural phenomenon.
this is what the sunday outfit evolves into. classic.
our cute friend, miss alli. can't remember the story behind this one, but i'm sure it was good...any thoughts, leslie?

my beloved

this is the kid that would drag his blankie everywhere if i let him. his aunt karianne made it and i love it as much as he does, so i don't let him drag it everywhere, because it would be destroyed. but it is his one true love.

what does that tongue remind you of?
yup, he's crawling like a maniac and pulling himself up on everything.
his first meal on his own. woah.