Brown Frog

It’s been awhile and I’ve been a bad blogger again.  We’re just getting over our 3rd round this year of the stomach flu in our house. We just can’t seem to get rid of it. As I knock on wood, I have to mention that so far, I’ve been spared. Probably because I’m washing my hands so many times a day. I’m proof in the fact that hand-washing is the greatest defense.

I’ve been twittering a lot lately. My older son gave me a wireless router and I’ve been wi-fi’ing it with my iTouch iPod. I love that I can check my email, facebook, twitter, etc from anywhere in the house.  If you have a Twitter account, there’s a link to follow me under the “Things To Do” list on my left sidebar.  Be sure and let me know and I’ll follow you back.

I’ll leave you with a funny story that happened since my last post.  So often I find myself way behind on housework. Laundry piling up, toilets looking pretty disgusting, etc. I like it when I have reinforcements here, like my mom or aunt, that way I can get some things done and not have to worry about what the boys are up to.  So with the pile of laundry touching the ceiling in my laundry room, I decided to bite the bullet, run downstairs and spend 5 mintues to throw a load in. I started the twins Elmo video and knew I’d only be downstairs for a few minutes. And I that’s all it was. A few minutes.

As I got back upstairs and headed toward the living room where they were playing, Brady greeted me in the hallway. His diaper was missing. No diaper. Bare-ass naked. Suddenly he holds up his hands saying “uh-oh”  Upon closer inspection I realize his hands are covered in poop. I let out this loud.. “Noooooooo!!!” with a desperate “why me” tone to it.  At the end of the hallway, in the doorway of the spare bedroom, there on the floor lies a small pile of poop. Then another pile, and another pile. Apparently they had fun while mommy threw a load of laundry in. The bottom of both their feet was covered in it. Surprisingly, Brady’s bumm was completely clean. He must have lost the diaper before taking a crap on my wood floors. I’m trying to clean it up and it’s mushed in the cracks of the wood flooring. I’m forced to use a tooth pic to get it all. The two of them were immediately placed in the empty tub while I cleaned. Then they got a bath.

I tell you, I hear horror stories of the brown fish found in bath tubs.  What would you call it on dry land? A brown frog?


4 Responses

  1. Brown frog…OMG, that’s hilarious!! I have to tell you that it’s happened here as well….it’s definitely one of those moments where you just want to run out the door screaming and never come back. In reality, I usually just start crying out of frustration.

    Regarding your comment on my blog, my kids do the same exact thing!!! I tell them to only use marker on paper and then they go and write on the walls….one time I asked my daughter why and she said, the walls were white like paper so she figured it was the same thing. I didn’t realize I had to be SO literal with them.

  2. Hahaha! Don’t you LOVE these moments? I too have had the poop on the floor experience with F (as well as the brown trout). He was running around without a diaper (we were learning to pee on the toilet) but as soon as I turned my back for which seemed like a minute or two there was poop on my kitchen floor, on his legs/bum/feet… what was worse is that the dog was eagerly eyeing it (Luckily she didn’t get to it). Uh! So gross! I kind of wish I would have taken a few pics… you know for those black mail pictures later. 🙂

  3. Hi I came over from twitter (@brandi_b). My oldest once had a massive blowout when I thought she was napping. She got her diaper off too and played with the poop. She flung it all over the room, got herself totally covered in it, and even ate it! I thought I was going to pass out from the grossness tryif to clean it all up. That was definitely the most disgusting day as a parent for me!

  4. LOL @ the steaming brown frog!!!

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