How did this happen?

Thanks for the photo, Auntie Kendra.

The key to making perfect sugar cookies

with your two rambunctious boys:

1/2 c red wine




scandalous, I know. But now the flour all over the floor isn't a big deal.

Boys and Christmas

Everything is, "Merry Poop-mas" and "Jingle Toots" and also sorts of potty-themed festivities. I'll brighten your holiday with the oldest's version of "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer":

...Rudolph with your butt so bright

Won't you fly backwards tonight?

Then all the reindeer tooted

As they pooped around and peed

Rudolph the red butt reindeer

You'll get flushed down the potty!

Clever, huh? I bet the next time you hear the original song, these lyrics will overpower the real lyrics. Just don't sing them out loud.

A Haiku about pinkeye

Mandi reminded me...

eyes crusty, goopy

hand sanitizer galore

eyes drops make me scream

And another:

contagious and gross

house-bound, kids fighting, I'm done.

Lysol is my friend

The middlest gooped up on Sunday and the Mr. and I have had some major hypochondriac eye-itching going on since then. The oldest got all pink in the eye this morning (along with the pukies) and if the baby gets it I will scream.

Here's a helpful tip: Drop the eye drops in the corner of the kid's eyes while they have them closed. When they open them, the drops run into their eyes. That way you don't get kicked in the stomach when you drop them directly in. :)

Never fails.

A mathematical equation:

Daddy going on a business trip + mommy having to work= someone becoming disgustingly sick/ Daddy returning to once-again healthy family.

He's gone for 5 days which is just enough time for this nastiness to cycle through the 4 of us. Hallellujah.

Off to wash sheets...

The way God gets through to me

is usually pretty immediate if I'm going to let Him get through at all.

#1
Tonight was a rough night with the middlest. After a lot of unpleasantness (and MAJOR grumpiness and meanness on my part) he ended up in his bed sobbing. I had planned on leaving him in there to fall asleep and I sat on the couch. I felt terrible pretty quickly and got up to check on the kid. I sat on his bed and without even turning around to look at me he said, "I love you to the stars and back. Twice." Yes, I started crying.

Here is a tiny kid who was lovin on his mean, mean momma despite the fact that she was just a raging jerk to him just minutes before. I thought about how as a Father figure, God wants us to come to Him after we've been jerks and He'll tell us He loves us to the stars and back. Twice. But here it's the child so willing to do the same thing to his mom. Maybe this doesn't sound right- I can't fully wrap my brain around it tonight. I learned something tonight- or re-learned it. I hope I don't soon forget it.

#2
Within seconds of sending a snarky e-mail in response to one I'd received, I opened another e-mail with a daily bible verse. It was an immediate smack on the hand.

"But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned." Matthew 12:36-37

Dang. God-smacks. Sometimes they're necessary.