Waiting on marbles.

Or, if you like: Poop Watch 2009.

Someone in this house swallowed one of those metallic marbles that belong to a magnetic set. Someone else has to find a way to collect and sort through each bowel movement. If not, the next post will be entitled, "Mega X-Ray Monday".

Husband suggested I glove up and fish it from the toilet. (Ranks up there on my list of WORST IDEAS EVER) Others have suggested potty chairs, plastic wrap the bowl, catch it in a Tupperware. A brilliant woman suggested using a stick to break it apart while still in the toilet. She wins.

And no, it wasn't the Pink Baby. If it were, it would make too much sense to have happened in my house. I would also have the benefit of the diaper poop-catching system. No, it wasn't the middlest. Again, that would make sense. I won't say who but in all his six years, he has never swallowed anything foreign. That I know of.

Stay tuned. Poop Watch 2009

Mega Milestone Monday

So maybe technically it should be a milestone Saturday and Sunday but I'm posting this on Monday and I love alliteration. Sue me.

The boys have been separated. No, they were not conjoined twins. They have shared a room since the middle one was old enough to be in a bunk bed. Age two, maybe? We had been holding off but it was becoming more and more of a hassle at bedtime and all the time, really, so we cleared out the playroom and now each kid has his own room. The oldest loves that he doesn't almost get his head chopped off by the ceiling fan on the top bunk and the middlest loves not having a mattress and a snoring brother over his head. And I love having a place to send each of them when things get a little testy.

So milestone one: big boys in their own big boy rooms.

Milestones two and three: Husband actually running!

Kidding, it's the oldest riding a bike sans training wheels!

Milestone four: Middlest trying to do the same. Don't let this picture fool you, he was actually pretty good at it. He was just equally as good at falling on his head.

BTW, I think he may not have any pain receptors in his nerves or wherever they are supposed to be. It might be a genetic thing judging by his little sister's reaction to injury as well.

And for good measure, the pink baby, in pink.

My top five reasons why the time change is the devil

5. Putting the kids down to bed when it's still light. They hate it.
4. Forgetting to make dinner until it gets dark which is now too late to be starting dinner.
3. Having to watch the kids in the front yard now for a longer period of time.
2. It gives me a premature case of spring fever, but we're stuck with winter weather.
1. WAKING UP AND IT'S STILL DARK!

Today the Mr. and I were awakened by the oldest who started with a "Wow, I really slept in." which normally would be great but today was a work day and YIKES! we all slept in. Husband and I practically ro-sham-bo'ed for the shower. I let him have it.* I threw on some clothes and slicked back my greasy hair, slapped on some make-up and my BIG hoop earrings, hoping to distract from my slick hair, grabbed a lunch and ran out the door.

I thought, Ha! Five minutes to get ready and I look great! until I was greeted at the door by a 6 year old who put me in my place. "Mrs. C., WHY do you look so weird today? And what's up with those huge, weird earrings?"

Guess not.

By 9 am I was almost legally dead so I called my mom and she brought me some coffee. Yes, I'm spoiled but really, it was a matter of life and death at this point. And it was in her best interest to go ahead and bring me the coffee. If I had died, she would have been stuck with my kids for who knows how long. Brewing the coffee and packing the kids up to come down the street and deliver it was the right choice. I mean, did you see my Ode to Coffee post?

*it's way more embarrassing t o be the wife of the stinky person than to actually be the stinky person. Plus, I work with kids. They always stink worse.