In keeping with the theme...

...of the last post I wrote, yesterday I cleaned up three puddles of pee, caught one poo in my (tissue-covered thankfully) hand and rescued one poo from Sparty's mouth. Thank you, Eden, for keeping me on my toes. And close friends with the toilet and Clorox wipes.



Some days are not my favorite.

What we did this morning

Nothing exciting has been going on lately, so I decided to write a post describing what we did this morning before Eden's nap. It's nothing special. It's just a peek into our daily lives.



This morning Eden went pee-pee in the big potty (our regular potty as opposed to her little pink potty). She put a pair of size 4 (she's a size 2) boys Thomas the Tank Engine underwear on (they don't make girls size 2 Thomas underwear so we went with the next best thing).

Then we made buckwheat chocolate chip pancakes and ate them on her special tray on the floor and shared our food with the magnetic princess and prince that came with the tray.

Then we went for a very short walk outside because it felt like we were walking in a sauna.

Then we came back and played with chalk in the shade. Winnie took a nap.

Then we made lemonade for the men doing concrete work across the street (they installed our porch so we knew them).

Then we came inside and sang the ABC song with India Arie and Elmo on YouTube. Then we pressed the repeat button about 10 times.

The she colored all over herself with orange marker, pulled down her Thomas underwear, and went poop on the floor.

Now she's sleeping.

New Dresses

I got to test a dress pattern for a lady who writes one of the sewing blogs I love. I made a dress for Winnie and Eden. What do you think?





And a blooper moment:






I like 'em (the babies, but also the dresses). :)

Ya gotta love Alabama

* * Warning: this post is slightly un-Christian in nature. Please forgive me. * *

I believe I have stumbled upon a picture that sums up the state of Alabama.  Here it is:



Notice what the window paint says. Look twice. Not "It's my birthday" but "It my birthday." A very noticeable (in my opinion) lack of a verb. A small auxiliary verb, but a very important verb nonetheless.  Displayed proudly on the girl's rear window. But wait! It gets better. Look at the license plate. Yes, folks, this lovely lady is a proud educator in the great Alabama educational system.



I need to get out of this state so badly.