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Allan was gone Friday and Saturday. He was hiking and camping in West Clear Creek with his parents and brother.

Sierra and Payson were sick this weekend. Of the poop variety.
I got an hour and a half of sleep. It wasn’t really enough.

I was so tired I decided to do the opposite of what my body was telling me to do (sleep) and deep cleaned my entire house. It felt good to have everything done.

During one of his naps this weekend, Payson figured out he could pull his diaper off through one of his shorts’ leg openings.
I’m glad that the resulting mess was only on the crib, bumper and sheets and not on his mouth. I don’t have a poop eater. Good to know.

I cleaned the crib. Got a nasty splinter in the process.
The crib’s now ready for the dump. Payson had been eating chunks of wood off the side this week, anyway.

I got him set up in his pack n’ play and he didn’t mind the change in sleeping arrangements. I thought he’d freak out about it. But nope. Monkey and elephant and binky were there and he was fine.
And I feel happy that he can’t eat chunks of wood anymore but not happy that the glass jars that were on the legs of his cribs won’t fit on the legs of the pack n’ play.

Scorpions can’t climb up glass.

This morning Sierra peed her pants. She pooped her pants three times this weekend and the pee seemed like a funny joke. Like, oooh pee, oh no, so hard to clean. lol- pee. lol- what a joke. This is like cleaning up water.

This morning I laid on the floor and Payson catches sight of me and runs over calling, “mmmama, mmmama” and lays on top of me and says “mama” a few more times.

Then I sit up and toss a blanket over him and pull it off really fast and he laughs. He has a cute smile. It’s really extreme and he scrunches up his face.
Then I hold the blanket high over both of us like a tent and he crawls onto my lap and cuddles into my chest and smiles up at me.

The girls had cold cereal for breakfast.
Payson has eaten nothing but bananas, rice, crackers and bread the last two days.

In the middle of a stressful part of the day I went to grab the vaccuum and found these guys and laughed.

I caught up on laundry again. Payson helped.

Payson eats funny. He holds crackers up and down instead of flat when he bites them.

And now I’m going to post way too many pictures of Sierra. Because I like them all.

Allan got home from church and Sierra was SO happy. She really missed him this week.

Brooklyn and Allan looked all fancy so I took a picture of them.

These next two were from Thursday, I think.

11am, huh? Doesn’t that mean naptime?

Mommies don’t get naps?
Well that’s not fair.

Poopy Pants that are not so Poopy Anymore

I thought I’d show you guys the outfit that Payson marred yesterday.

It’s actually pretty cute. Too bad it fits him perfectly right now which means by the time it’s cool enough to wear it’ll be way too small.

“I still can’t believe you told everyone about my accident”
And I just have to tell you guys why he’s crying in that picture. He’d just woken up from a nap and is a BEAST before he gets food but I really wanted a picture so I gave him a small piece of cookie to hold him over for the minute it took me to snap these.

Well. He finished off that piece and immediately started screaming as if someone had taken the cookie from him or something. He seriously acts like the world has wronged him whenever he finishes food. He does it with everything. Food or bottle.
Gluttonous weirdo.

See? Another piece of cookie and it’s as if nothing ever happened.
What are you talking about I’m encouraging gluttony? Pshaw.
Cookies solve almost anything. Which is why I shared the recipe in the post below this one.

I love his feet in this outfit. So cute.

*Note no babies were harmed in the making of this blog post.
All babies shown were shortly after given nutritious food.

Chocolate Chip Cookies

These are classic chocolate chip cookies. Very easy, very yummy. They turn out absolutely perfectly chewy but not too gooey.

I tried really hard to find the site I originally found this recipe on but couldn’t. Sorry!

Chocolate Chip Cookies
1 t. baking soda
1/2 t. salt
1 cup butter, softened
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 eggs
2 t. vanilla
2 1/2 cups flour
2 cups chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350.
Beat butter with sugars.
Beat in eggs and vanilla.
Stir in dry ingredients (baking soda, salt, flour).
Try not to over beat during any step. You’re wanting to just combine all ingredients.
Drop by spoonful onto ungreased cookie sheet.
Bake for 8 minutes for perfect cookies. Bake for 10 if you’re a weirdo who likes crispy cookies 😉

A couple simple tricks to make perfect cookies.
After dropping spoonfuls of batter onto your pan, add a few chocolate chips to the top. They’ll look even more appealling after baking.

Take your cookies out of the oven when they still look really doughy. They’ll finish cooking on top of the oven.


McDonald’s, Dishes, Self Portraits and Poop. Yes, Poop.

Today started with some seriously devoted time to dishes.

It gets pretty darn hot while I do dishes.


The girls were being super whiny while I cleaned, as usual, so I had them color a picture about the Frog Prince story we read yesterday.

Brooklyn’s picture on the left, Sierra’s on the right.

Payson was also whiny while I cleaned so I tossed him a granola bar.

Later in the day we went to McDonald’s. Because… I was getting major cabin fever and it’s still too hot to go to the park.

This one especially likes McDonald’s.

Sierra sure was hungry.

And while we were in the restroom, Sierra tried to overcome her fear of the hand dryer.

She actually turned it on. But bolted immediately after I snapped this.

Are you wondering what the poop part of the post will be? Well, I don’t have pictures of this little story, but I thought it was too extreme to keep to myself.

If you get easily disgusted by poop stories (as I do!) don’t read on.

We went to Kohl’s in search of 18m and 2T sized clothes for Payson. I picked out a few things and made my way to the dressing room to see if they’d fit my little man.

I got him dressed up in the first outfit.
I decided I didn’t like the outfit much and started taking the next outfit off the hanger.

And then I smelled something. Something very, very bad.
I immediately knew it was Payson and that I’d better get things together right away and go change him. I bent down to pull off the outfit he was wearing.

And then it all took a turn for the worse.

Upon removal of the outfit I noticed poop. Poop up his back. Poop down his legs. Poop covering the outfit.
Aren’t blow outs supposed to stop before a year old?

In the seconds it took to remove the outfit I’d somehow became maimed as well. There was poop on my arm. On my shirt, on my hand.
After briefly gagging I went into efficient robot mode.
Do you know that mode?
Where the gag reflex and repulsion and just plain old not wanting to deal get turned off and you are simply a robot trained to clean poop as quickly as possible.

Problem was… I didn’t have wipes in my bag, I didn’t have a diaper, a towel, anything. There was poop everywhere.
What could I do? I panicked a little under the poop-cleaning-robot mode.

I got things cleaned up. And by cleaned up I mean put Payson’s old clothes back on to contain his poop covered back and booked it to the check out counter. I handed the cashier the tag for the outfit, paid and made my way to my car, carrying Payson by his armpits the whole way.

Arriving at my car posed a new challenge. How do you unlock the door when your keys are in your purse and your toddler is covered in poop and you need both hands to carry him, holding him away from your body?

I managed.
I grabbed a sweater I had in the car, thankfully, and wrapped it around him and then set him in his carseat.

There was no way I was changing his diaper right there in the parking lot. He was covered in poop under those layers of cloth and there is really no amount of wipes that could handle that mess.
This is when I noticed the streak of poop in his hair. Fun.

We drove home in a car that caused me to gag. I called Allan on the way to vent and calm myself down.
You see, robot mode is effective but when exiting robot mode I tend to have a meltdown from the built up stress.

I got home and then was faced with the task of bathing Payson. But first I had to wash myself. I put him in the bathtub next to the shower. Took my shirt off and washed my arms and stomach in the sink. Then went and scrubbed down Payson.
I washed all the clothes involved in the accident, twice.
And later I cleaned my tub.

I took a picture of freshly bathed Payson. Dressed him and put him to bed.
And then I sat on the couch and stared into space while the girls watched kid shows for an hour.

Freshly bathed Payson? Check.

Naked, escaping Payson? Check.

Unhappy Payson when mommy puts his diaper on? Check.

And after all that. All that poop craziness.
Here are my self portraits.

This was driving to the store. Before the poop fiasco.

In My Arms

This lovely blogger posted about an amazing song you can hear here. As I listened I cried and ached for things to never change.

In My Arms

Your baby blues
So full of wonder
Your curly cues
Your contagious smile
And as I watch
You start to grow up
All I can do is hold you tight

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Story books
Are full of fairytales
Of kings and queens
And the bluest skies
My heart is torn just in knowing
You’ll someday see
The truth from lies

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

Castles they might crumble
Dreams may not come true
But you are never all alone
Cause I will always
Always love you

Clouds will rage in
Storms will race in
But you will be safe in my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash all around
But you will be safe in my arms

In my arms


Payson slept until 11am today. 11am!
Do you remember how I said he’s been waking up at 6 or 6:30am?

The only bad thing is after sleeping for 16 hours he was extremely hungry and very stinky from having a full diaper of pee.
Nothing a bottle and bath can’t fix, though.

And after eating a hearty meal he’s back in bed (1pm)! Must be a growth spurt!

Great, that’ll mean new clothes- his 12m stuff is finally too small 🙁
Man, kids are expensive!

Our Tuesday

I didn’t start taking pictures until the day was half over. In the morning we do most of our reading and you can’t really take pictures while you’re reading..
When the girls sat down for their late morning snack I grabbed my camera.

After snack was over this munchkin woke up from his morning nap.

We headed into the school room to do worksheets.

and cut outs.

I was pleasantly surprised by Payson today. He held his bottle the entire time he drank it! It was a good day for him to do that because Brooklyn was learning a new concept (place value) so I needed my arms free to help her with manipulatives.

He was kinda funny with holding it, though. He started off laying down. Then stood up..

Then partially sat down..

and then sat down all the way..

Speaking of Payson, he made his first artwork today. (The orange scribbles, obviously, the little man was drawn by Sierra)

After school we had bathtime.

and hair was brushed.

and two girls whined and whined while their hair was brushed.

while Payson played on the couch. Much to my dismay.

It’s adorable that he’s so proud. It’s not adorable when he falls off.

He found a stack of books the girls and I had read this morning.

and while Payson read the girls had an afternoon snack. Sierra’s not very fond of peanut butter while Brooklyn loves it.

And I’m about to make dinner and in two hours put the kids to bed… blissful bedtime!

Oh and something I want to remember.. I read the girls the story of the Frog Prince today and when it got to the part about the frog turning into a prince both of their mouths dropped open and their eyes got wide. And Brooklyn said something like, “he was a prince the whole time!! That wicked witch made him into a frog and he just had to wait for that little princess to break the spell!! He was a prince the whole time! That little princess didn’t even know!!”
And Sierra was talking at the same time, “He was a prince?! The witch made him a frog?? *laugh* that’s silly!”
It was so freaking cute.