Joys of Motherhood Part 2

So...my morning was...how can I say?...A perfect picture of real kids in the everyday. A mix of happiness and mess, curiosity and joy and stubbornness, and the inevitable DNA showing up...even if it did come from way down the line, cause we all know that I am NOT a stubborn person, so it had to have come from the extended family. Right? Well we will just say that and move on... Our cabin trip in Leavenworth has brought on a whole new "stage", if we can call it that, for Ethan. He is two. There really is no other way to say it. Terrible two. I will give more details in another post... So this morning I wake up to the wonderful and beautiful voice of my little darling Ethan. "Mownin Mama! I wope up! You wope up too! Tum Mama wope up! Tiss fow Mama!" I love him. He sounds just like that reads. Cannot say the "r" sound, or hard "c" sound aka the k sound. It is really cute! I would hope that he just talks like this forever but...well he may be a very lonely boy if that were to happen. So I promise I will work on his pronunciation. Later. Now the next sentence didn't cause any alarm cause he is a boy. "Mama, poo-poo...tange me pease." I also understand that since he is very aware of his diaper duties he should probably be toilet training...again I promise I will work on that. Later. So I get out of bed and proceed to change his diaper, when I notice that, what looks to me like chocolate, is all over his legs and feet and in between his toes...remember now, I did just wake up so no connection is made in my mind...yet. Then it hits me! OH...OH...OH MY...WHAT IS THIS?? "Poo-poo mama!" Oh, okay, wow, well who can I blame?? Thomas? Yes Thomas cause a sweet two year old couldn't possibly do something so repulsive and disgusting. So I immediately call him at work and proceed to tell him that I, and only I, will be doing all the diaper changing from now on because obviously he can't put a diaper on right because, well just look at this sick mess! Thank God I have such a sweet level headed husband who can deal with an insane and irate wife ant any given point in the day. He quickly defused me and lovingly set my attitude straight. So I pray, yes I actually pray for God to give me strength to clean up this mess without throwing up...remember this is not just a turd on the floor, it was between his toes...I will leave the rest up to you, without any further disgusting details. So I put him in the bath and think about how I can take care of this...some time passes, bath time is over. Little curios boy set free...BIG mistake...While I am cleaning up one disgusting mess, and realizing I need some kind of spray, I meander out to the kitchen...only to find little man playing or should I say painting with the butter! AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! Yes. I did. I screamed. Then I took a picture. Then he reverted rather I reverted him back to the highchair. Which he hates. Cause he is "No baby! Dis is baby seat! Waaaaaaah!!!!!!" Then I walked away. Cleaned up the dirty mess then cleaned up the greasy mess, then at 9am finally fed my family breakfast. What were the other kiddos doing during this time, you ask? Well sweet Lyla Jane was sitting in her saucer smiling away, probably thinking "Hahaha oh mama you have no idea what fun things I am going to have for you to do! I am learning from the best!!" And Elijah was, you guessed it, reading :) And now? Yes now the TV is babysitting them so I can share my wacky morning with you! And Yes I promise not to let the TV babysit them again! Well not all the time anyway! Like I said before...Cherish. Every. Moment! :)