This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

    I've played the piano since I was 11 years old. I even have taught piano for the last 7 years. My parents bought me a very nice electric piano for my twelfth birthday. I've had it for more than half of my life. It's a very nice piano with weighted keys and everything.
    Logan and Russell started piano lessons a few weeks ago, and I've always let my boys nicely play around with it.
    Swinging around mops and hitting (accidentally or not) my piano is not the proper way to use a piano. doing that could break the keys right off. And it being electric rather that acoustic means that when a key breaks, wood is not underneath. Mechanical things are underneath. I now have a hole in my piano where a C used to be.
    I love my boys, I love my boys...

Declan No Arms

(This was last summer)

He's funny and he knows it. He walked around for a good while with his arms pulled into his shirt like this. Also, minus a shoe. Ha. and no pants, as per usual.

Snow Day!

    Let me tell you about this morning.

    Before I shower each morning I feed the baby in the den while the boys watch a movie. He finished and I was enjoying just cuddling when suspicious noises started coming from his diaper. That was fine. It happens... But the smell was strong, which usually means one thing. Yep, up the back. Lovely.
   I changed the baby and took my shower while leaving them all to be entertained by James P. Sullivan and Mike Wazowski. I was informed after my much needed shower that the dog had eaten the $11 leather pacifier clip that finally came in the mail after two weeks from Etsy.
   My boys' new favorite breakfast is French Toast. They want it every day. Most days I don't mind making it. Today, however, I didn't have bread. Not enough for four boys, anyways. So here's the dilemma: only two like oatmeal, and only two like eggs. I've always said I wasn't going to make my kids special meals but I was feeling generous at the moment. So, I made two breakfasts.
   Well, I was trying to pay attention to two breakfasts on the stove when someone pulled out a bag of crushed pecans or cashews or something from the pantry and spilled them all over the floor. Of course. The twins were sitting there eating them, but a good mother wouldn't let her kids eat mysterious nuts off the floor, so I swept it up into the dustpan.
  The garbage was over flowing, so it had to be taken out before dumping them into it, or the mess would get worse. Normally, this is Logan's job but he just sets it right outside the door, and the dog's been tearing it apart lately, so today it was mine. While I was taking it out I instructed Logan to turn off the movie and get into the kitchen. It was the one time he couldn't find the remote, so this simple task took about 7 minutes. Russell's job is putting in a new garbage bag. Today he couldn't find the open end, so that took forever, as well. All the while I'm waiting to throw out egg shells and a dustpan full of nuts.
    We finally got that all taken care of, and now the boys are bugging me about their breakfasts. One doesn't want the "yellow eggs" (yolk). The other wants ketchup. Then I realize I forgot to add sugar to the oatmeal and salt to the eggs.
   I actually got everyone's breakfast finished, plated, and in front of them. Phew. I started on my own breakfast. I make myself a Shakeology shake every day. It's easy, super nutritious, and requires no extra thinking. I went to put the ice in and of course the ice maker didn't make a ton of ice. I reached in, and grabbed the strip of ice from the top and three pieces fell to the ground, shattered into tiny pieces, and scattered to various and sundry places throughout my house to be found later by my feet because there's nothing better than wet, cold socks.
    Common sense would say to make half of what I would normally make of each. So, that's what I did. Well everyone finished their breakfast and begged for more. "Well, there IS NO MORRRREEEE!!!" I said as lovingly and sweetly as possible, given the current situation.
So today we cancelled school. If we lived in the south, our 1 inch of snow would make it a snow day, so we're taking it. Oh, and we're having a Pixar marathon. For mommy's sanity, and the safety of the children.

Kitty Litter

    We had a cat. I'm more of a cat person than a dog lover. When we first got her we placed her covered litter box in the bathroom.
    One day I was looking for my big boys when I heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom: plop, giggle... plop, giggle. That is never a reassuring sound. Never.
    They were throwing the litter into the toilet, with their hands. Nice.
    I honestly had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn't flush it. Especially not with our temperamental toilet. I most definitely wasn't digging it out with my own hands. Oh yeah, sure. And there was no way I was going to just use a cup to scoop it out.
   Determined that I was going to just not go to the bathroom the rest of the day (also forgetting we had a second, but scary bathroom in the basement) I went to go finish dressing the twins. To add to the bad day, someone had brought dried leaves in the house and crushed them into the carpet I was sitting on. Good thing I just vacuumed the day before, ya know?
   Then it occurred to me, I have a shop vac!! So I got out my amazing Rainbow vac, and sucked up all the water. Then I sucked up all the litter. At that point I figured I might as well give the bowl a nice cleaning.
  The next time Logan used the toilet he mentioned how clean it looked. Yeah, thanks for that, kid.

  Oh, and I moved the litter box down to the basement after that.

We Need a New Potty

    For some time now our toilet has been acting stupid. It overflows nearly every time you don't watch it flush, or any time my son uses it, apparently.
   One particular morning I was getting all the boys dressed in their room while he was, ahem, doing his business. He finished and came running back to us when I reminded him that he needed to flush.      So he did, and at least ten minutes later I noticed the toilet was still running, which is also common. I opened the door to check, and before I flipped on the light, I stepped into almost a quarter inch of overflowed, nasty, poo-water! The entire bathroom had flooded. And we have a pretty big bathroom.
  Good thing I have my awesome Rainbow vacuum cleaner, which doubles as a shop vac. I'd still be mopping.

Grin and Bear It

    So this morning, Sunday, January 1st, 2017, Andrew was in the kitchen trying to ignore the chaos that goes on Sunday mornings before church. I don't blame him, and sometimes you have to just let it all happen for the sake of your own sanity. I was trying to mostly ignore it, myself. What's different about this morning was that our Sunday morning church service started an hour later than normal, giving us a little more leisure time than we're used to.
    After the boys finished their breakfast I stripped them out of their jammies, and took their diapers off for literally just a minute. I was about to go search for the new package of diapers when I see a few turds on the floor. Yes, there was poop on my kitchen floor again. So there I stood, over the poop, like a crossing guard, stopping traffic from all directions. My husband, trying to drink a rare cup of coffee, stood there in disbelief, with mouth agape. I graciously accepted his offer to clean it up while I cleaned up the pooper.
   So after that was all taken care of, I decided to use my extra time to dig through the mountain of clean laundry for the boys' church socks. I mean, we have about 16 pairs, but only one and a half put away. So  I knew they were in there, probably at the bottom.
   As I was working on that, in walks Callen, un-diapered. Sigh. He's been doing that himself lately. I noticed something different this time. There was poop in his butt as he walked away from me. Really?? So I alerted my husband. (I was cross-legged on the floor, in the midst of Mt. St. Laundry, so I couldn't just jump up and run after him.) He located the diaper on the floor in the dining room.  Poopy. So he picked it up but, of course, it rolled out, onto the floor. Why not, right?  My husband really kept his cool through this. I'm really surprised.
   When you have days like this, sometimes you just have to laugh about it. Oh, and this was all before Sunday morning service. Life is interesting, that's for sure!

Nap Problem

      I don't take a lot of naps. Sometimes, when you're up several times with the children, you just need one to survive, and for sanity's sake. The last time I took one, the dog chewed up a brand new book--one of my brand new Usborne books that I just started selling. So I took precautions today.

(You've had to have seen Captain America to understand the hydra reference: Cut of one head, two come back in its place.)

     *Disclaimer* Just so you know, when I took my nap, the children were in no danger. I put a movie on, and the baby gate up, and I stayed in the same room. It's generally danger-proof, but not messy-proof.