Oh the poo that ensued

I think I might have had an out of body experience last night, or at least I want to believe that I had.

As I have mentioned in previous posts I do not do good with booger or yucky poo situations.

What happened last night is a perfect example of how I handle such situations.

After dinner last night I informed the 3 older girls that it was time for them to clean up the last few toys and then head on upstairs to get ready for bed. I told them I was going to be giving Kady a bath and then put her down for the night and that after I was done I would be starting story time.

They somewhat acknowledged me. In my heart of hearts I had a feeling that they were going to continue the trend of ignoring me for that day.

I went about and did what I had told them I was going to be doing, still hoping that they would choose to get their responsibilities done so we could have an enjoyable time reading and cuddling before going to bed.

Unfortunately they chose to be downstairs and play instead of cleaning up and getting ready for bed. So after getting Kady down I went to the heater vent in the girls bedroom, which is directly above where they were playing, and informed them that I was done putting Kady down and that I was going to be starting to read stories in a few minute. But they seemed to be too preoccupied in what they were playing.

I went into our little reading area and tidied up the books feeling sad that I was not going to be able to read to them tonight because of the choices they had made. I realized at this point that the baby was starting to kick my bladder informing me that it had reached full capacity and was intruding on her personal space.

At the same time Sera started shouting from the bottom of the stairs that she needed to go to the bathroom and she could not get the gate unlocked. Apparently Emma had locked both gates for the stairs(one at the bottom and one at the top).

I assured her that she could open the gate, not realizing the urgency of the matter. Sera then struggled but successfully opened the bottom gate, only to find that the top gate was locked as well. At this point she is shouting for Emma to help in a tone I have never heard her use before, with Emma initially saying no, even though she was the one who had locked the gates. But I guess between Sera's pleadings and telling her she was starting to poo her pants and then actually seeing the poo Emma realized that Sera indeed needed her help.

Once Emma got the gate open Sera then asked Emma to help her by taking one of the hands full of poo that she somehow managed to catch in her hand. Emma was not so compliant and said "I can't Sera I am gagging!"

This all happened in the 1 minute I was on the toilet myself.

Poor Sera had this terrifying tone in her cry and voice. I felt so bad for her. I quickly finished and got Sera on the toilet. Unfortunately, for my children I lost it.

All the feelings of frustration that I had been holding in from little people ignoring me all day burst ed out of me. It took 20 nasty minutes to clean up everything. I made sure they knew undeniably that I was not happy at all this whole situation was happening. These are the times where I want to run away and never return.

I disinfected sprayed and wiped down any area that was or could have been exposed to the poopy mess.

Once they realized that they had not chosen to follow directions,they got ready for bed in record time. And they did not complain at all that story time had been canceled due to the choices they had made. We spent a good 10 minutes once they got into bed talking about how the situation could have been avoided, and the importance of following directions. I showed an increase of love despite my irritated feelings inside. Does that count?

It took me a good couple of hours after the ordeal to not feel so worked up about it. Once Jared was able to get home from church, I was able to tell him what had happened.

Through my tears and frustration he was able to make me laugh about the situation, because he couldn't help but laugh at the story himself. He reminded me of Elder Wirthlins talk from 2 conferences ago about finding humor in difficult situations.

So we laughed together trying to figure out how Sera caught the poo in her hands. Was she squatting and catching it from behind or underneath? It is a mystery. Sorry that was probably to descriptive, but it is what made me find humor in this disgusting situation.

Food groups

Yesterday the girls spent a good hour on the computer learning about the new food pyramid. They were so excited to learn more about how to be healthy and stay healthy.

Today Emma had her yearly doctors appointment. When the nurse asked her if she ate a healthy diet Emma was pleased to tell the nurse of her new found information and that indeed she did eat a healthy diet.

When we were wrapping things up the nurse asked Emma what her favorite food group was Emma quickly responded by saying "Cake!"

Healthy!

I am of the opinion that as women and as Mothers, especially of daughters, that it is important that we talk well of ourselves.

Of course when our children come to a certain age they start getting influenced by society, but tonight I realized that what we teach our children is incredibly important. Duh right!

Jared and I were starting to clean up dinner while Emma and Sera were finishing some food at the table in the other room when Emma calls out "Mmmmmmoooooooomm!"

Sera whispering in the background, "No Emma don't say it!"

Emma: "Sera said that your bum is fat but healthy"

Jared and I just started to laugh.

I do not think I have ever, in front of the girls, said that my bum was fat. But (no pun intended) I know that when they have stated to me that they thought my bum was big, I always responded by saying "No my bum is healthy!"

One of my friends once said, "I am skinny I just happen to have a layer or two of fat over my skinniness!"

Just thought I would remind the blog universe that what we tell ourselves either vocally or internally really does influence how we behave, and maybe how others treat us. The End!

A Righteous Giveaway!

About a year ago I started an Enrichment group in our ward called "Preparedness Buddies" and so when I saw this giveaway I knew I had to give it a try. Go to Mormon Mommy Blog to sign up for the giveaway, which is:

Shelf Reliance is offering one of our lucky readers the Thrive Essentials Sample Pack. The Essentials Pack comes with six #10 cans of some of the most popular Thrive food storage items! Contents of the sample pack include: Whole Wheat flour, Hard White Winter Wheat, Instant Rice, Freeze-Dried Strawberries, Potato Chunks, and Small Red Beans.


The Rules:
Anyone can enter. To enter, simply leave a comment on this post. To get a second entry, click over to Shelf Reliance and sign up for their newsletter, then come back and leave another comment. For a third entry, blog about this on your website, and then come back here and comment again! You have until 11:59 pm MST on Monday, April 6th to enter the giveaway.

Good luck!

Little People Talk

I learned after we had our second child that our first child spoke unusually early and unusually clear. I just thought that that was how all children were. Every child after Emma though has proven that she was the exception not the rule.

Lately I have been pondering how the little people talk. Particularly Lucy. She just turned 3 last month. She has the most engaging brown eyes with the perfect set of round cheeks to enhance her eyes beauty with. Her speech, I suppose is how most 3 year olds speak. I have been working with her for several months now to help her with some sounding of specific letters. Like the sound a "G" makes and the letter "J" sound, the "CH" sound and so forth. I didn't realize it till today but instead of saying Grandma and Grandpa she says "Damma and Dampa" Nice huh!

When we work on the letter sounds I have her say the letters of the word individually first, but when I ask her to say it all together she reverts back to the wrong annunciation of it. Like this:

Me:Okay say "Ga"

Lucy: "Ga"

Me: "RA"

Lucy: "RA"

Me: "N"

Lucy: "N"

Me: "D"

Lucy: "D"

Me: "PA"

Lucy: "PA"

And we will do that 5 times in a row before I say Okay say it all together

Me: "Grandpa"

Lucy: "Dampa"

I really torture my children because once they get to a certain age (3) if they want something they have to enunciate it properly to me before I give it to them. So if Lucy wants a cheese stick, in order for her to get one she has to replace her version of cheese stick (tleese ick) with saying the actual words "cheese stick". Sometimes it takes her a few minutes but to me it is worth it.



Kady has been going through what I call a talking transition phase. This is the phase where she is stuck with the dilemma of staying a baby and using baby talk or start using words that us bigger people can comprehend. She is now realizing that there are great benefits to using words that I can actually interpret clearly.

And so instead of getting so upset and throwing herself on the ground because I did not understand what "blaka, blaka, dooby, hawka loogie" meant she is starting to form real big people words. (The heavens are opening and you now hear angels singing soft tones of hallelujah ) Needless to say she has been throwing less tantrums and I do not feel like I am losing it as often.

On top of all that talking transition stuff she has been cutting about 8 teeth at the same time each one taking its grand ole time popping through and Kady is not to keen about that.

Then there are these 2 nut cases


This is usually where you will find Emma. I love it! She just said tonight that she has her spring break planned out. "I am going to read and then read some more, and then I will play for a little bit and then read some more!"


Sera loves to read too but she would much rather instigate some kind of reaction from those around her.

Today after school Emma had a play day. Emma brought a book along for the ride to go pick up her friend. Once her friend got in the car there were the usual hellos. But then Emma went right back to her book. I had my rear view mirror focused on the back seat so I could watch what would take place. Sera being the chatty kind started conversation with the friend. As all of this friendly conversation took place, Emma would occasionally take her nose out of the book and say with all the attitude of a 6 3/4 year old " SSSeeeraaa, she is mmmyyy play date not yourras!"
Then Emma would promptly stick her nose back in the book. Sera never disappointed with the look she would give which clearly stated "Well hello you are suppose to interact with guests not ignore them!"



On another note:

If any of you are critiquing for proper English skills please stop because I do not have any. If proper grammar is what you are looking for go somewhere else because you will not get it here. At least not for a long while. My main proof reader was just called to be the Bishop of our ward and so I am afraid what you get is the raw version of my lame attempts to post something good. I dream of being a good editor, but for now I am going to have to let go of perfection (as if it was present before) and just slap something down on the keypad once in a while.