Tuesday, December 2, 2008
It was good!
I just read through my thanksgiving entry, and realized I didn't share any of the good parts. We really did have a great Thanksgiving...really. After I got the poo, and other stuff cleaned up we went and played football with the Halls. Followed by Dinner at my parents, and then back to the Halls for games. The next two days we just hung out with Family, and had so much fun. I got to do a girl night with my sisters on friday, and girl time with Craigs sisters on saterday. I love nothing more than hanging with my family (and family in laws). Just wanted to say that for the record. :)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
my thanksgiving "outpourings"
There are three facts you need to know before I go on any farther.
Fact #1- Carter has a very bad gag reflex, and he can't handle any really bad smells, such as poop.
Fact #2- I am insane!
Fact #3- I had all the three year old cousins on the Hall side come over, and we had a "Diego Slumber Party". Thus confirming fact #2.
Everything started out great! We had the elders over for a nice lasagna dinner, played "Hide Diego, hide", and "Draw Diego, draw", and watched "Diego Saves Christmas". The kids had a great time, even though our slumber party didn't have much slumbering.
The next mourning was Thanksgiving, and this was the plan:
wake up, feed the kids breakfast, dress them, Craig takes the missionaries shopping, and i take the kids to the Hall family "Turkey Bowl" to return them to their rightful Mothers.
I knew things were off the moment we discovered that our cat had somehow gotten into our new(ish) Pathfinder.....the day BEFORE, and had been trapped in there all night. Cat + small confined space for extended period of time = LOTS OF POO. We got that all cleaned up, and by then Craig had a rush to get the Elders, leaving me to finish getting the kids ready by myself.
All the 3 year olds were fed, cleaned, and dressed, so I went downstairs to Laylas room to get her dressed. A moment later I hear Carter from the top of the stairs yelling/dry heaving "mom, (gag) it looks (gag) stinky in here (gag)!" (he always says looks instead of smells)I rushed to the stairs just in time to see Carter vomit down the stair. I yell "run to the bathroom, HURRY", so obediently, he runs to the bathroom leaving a vomit trail behind him. (Did I mention he had toast and peaches for breakfast?)I followed him to the bathroom, and as I turned the corner I saw what triggered the vomit episode. His sweet little cousin was standing there with his underwear and pants around his ankles, and poo all the way down his legs, smeared all over the floor, and even a little on the door. (I really have know idea how that happened). At that moment I hear sweet little Layla come up the stairs, and enter the Kitchen. Remembering the mess in there, I ran back in the kitchen to get her. I got there just in time to see her pick up a chunk of peach from Carters mess, and happily pop it into her mouth. AAAAHHHHH!!!
Lets have a quick recap! I'm crazy...Diego...no sleeping...cat poo...Carter puke...cousin poo...layla gets a snack!
Basically, the moral of the story is.......Carter needs to chew up his peaches.
Fact #1- Carter has a very bad gag reflex, and he can't handle any really bad smells, such as poop.
Fact #2- I am insane!
Fact #3- I had all the three year old cousins on the Hall side come over, and we had a "Diego Slumber Party". Thus confirming fact #2.
Everything started out great! We had the elders over for a nice lasagna dinner, played "Hide Diego, hide", and "Draw Diego, draw", and watched "Diego Saves Christmas". The kids had a great time, even though our slumber party didn't have much slumbering.
The next mourning was Thanksgiving, and this was the plan:
wake up, feed the kids breakfast, dress them, Craig takes the missionaries shopping, and i take the kids to the Hall family "Turkey Bowl" to return them to their rightful Mothers.
I knew things were off the moment we discovered that our cat had somehow gotten into our new(ish) Pathfinder.....the day BEFORE, and had been trapped in there all night. Cat + small confined space for extended period of time = LOTS OF POO. We got that all cleaned up, and by then Craig had a rush to get the Elders, leaving me to finish getting the kids ready by myself.
All the 3 year olds were fed, cleaned, and dressed, so I went downstairs to Laylas room to get her dressed. A moment later I hear Carter from the top of the stairs yelling/dry heaving "mom, (gag) it looks (gag) stinky in here (gag)!" (he always says looks instead of smells)I rushed to the stairs just in time to see Carter vomit down the stair. I yell "run to the bathroom, HURRY", so obediently, he runs to the bathroom leaving a vomit trail behind him. (Did I mention he had toast and peaches for breakfast?)I followed him to the bathroom, and as I turned the corner I saw what triggered the vomit episode. His sweet little cousin was standing there with his underwear and pants around his ankles, and poo all the way down his legs, smeared all over the floor, and even a little on the door. (I really have know idea how that happened). At that moment I hear sweet little Layla come up the stairs, and enter the Kitchen. Remembering the mess in there, I ran back in the kitchen to get her. I got there just in time to see her pick up a chunk of peach from Carters mess, and happily pop it into her mouth. AAAAHHHHH!!!
Lets have a quick recap! I'm crazy...Diego...no sleeping...cat poo...Carter puke...cousin poo...layla gets a snack!
Basically, the moral of the story is.......Carter needs to chew up his peaches.
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