Well... Poop.

Something to check off of the list... Overflowing toilet.... Definitely not my bucket list....

When it hits the fan and mass hysteria strikes, 9 times out of 10, your kids will be running amuck/fussing/crying and it'll be right before bedtime. True story.

Last night, I had just finished feeding Charlie and came out to find Wyatt running out of the bathroom 'Oh no. Can't go poopy!' What?.... I walked into the kids' bathroom to find the toilet overflowing and filling the bathroom with about an inch of water. Toilet water... Wyatt had apparently already gone to the bathroom and flushed when something clogged and the handle was stuck down causing the bowl to runneth over....

Oh. My. Gravy. Panic sets in knowing that dirty toilet water is filling your bathroom and threatening the hallway. In the meantime, Mr. Charlie wasn't happy when I just plopped him on the living room floor to attend to the mess... Wyatt's crying in concern. Charlie's crying in abandonment. I'm darting around so quickly that I can't even focus my eyes.

8:15 and I sent out approximately 12 SOS calls to the husband. I can handle a lot on my own... But when it came to that moment, I desperately needed another adult to help contain the situation. When Seth called back I think the panic in my voice made it pretty obvious I needed help. STAT!

But go figure, by the time he got home, the bathroom smelled of bleach, Charlie was happily bouncing in the jumper, Wyatt was enjoying a nice little show on TV and I was having a beverage. If only he could've seen the chaos 45 minutes earlier.

So, no worries, friends. Dirty toilet water no longer resides here. For now. And hopefully not ever again.

Interview with a two year old...

Charlie was napping.  I was sunning myself and attempting to read a book (which I haven't done since probably last summer - when I was pregnant and morning sick and sunning with a younger Wyatt).  Wyatt was enjoying his baby pool and washing off his tractor, truck and gator.  I decided to take a second to enjoy this time with my little boy.  Because this time seems to fade fast.  He's growing up more and more every day.  Same with Charlie, of course.  But this was my time with Wyatt.

What's your name?
-Super Wyatt
How old are you?
-Two.  Just two.
What's your favorite color?
-Pah pah puppy.  Puppy puppy.
What's your favorite COLOR?
-My name Panky.
No, Wyatt.  What's your favorite color...?! Like red, orange, blue, green...
-Orange.  Orange mine favorite color.
Who are your friends?
-May. Puppy at mine park last time. Joe. Panky. Daddy. Papa. Papa Fred. Papa Fred. Joe.
What's your favorite show?
-Super Why. Daniel Tiger. Daniel Tiger mine friend.
What's your favorite food?
-Pah pah.
No, Wyatt... What do you like to eat...?
-Like to eat macky!
What do you want to be when you grow up?
-Ride in big tractor and the little tractor!

Clearly, Wyatt likes the letter P. Pah pah.

We seem to be missing poop in our stories here lately.  And guess what..?  I'm totally cool with that.

New Word of the Day

Cop-a-bird.

We have a little dog that showed up stray at our house about 4 years ago. She's a sweet little white dog who has since become a part of our family. Even though she's sometimes a neurotic, anxiety-ridden guard dog... She's a part of our group. Little orphan Annie.

She showed up one Sunday afternoon barking at our front door. I opened the door and she took off running! About 30 minutes later she showed up barking again. I lured her in with some lunch meat and sat outside with her for a while. She was tiny and covered in fleas. We put her on Pet Patrol on the radio and took her to neighbors and also two local vets. No hits. We haven't ever wanted an indoor dog and thought about giving her up.

The day Annie showed up.

About a week later I came down with a horrible flu. The swine. Or H1N1 as my husband insists. I was stuck on the couch and sleeping in a separate bedroom trying to keep from getting Seth sick. Who did I cuddle with....? Annie. That was it. We were bonded. We became the proud parents of a little girl who we suddenly realized required a trip to the groomer every 6 weeks. Fabulous...

This little dog is no priss. She likes to explore the farm. She loves when we have cows around... Ew, I don't need to elaborate on the savory treats the cows leave for her. She also loves running through wet grass that on a normal dog just covers their paws but on an Annie-dog comes up past her belly!

But one of the. most. maddening. things. ever..... Is our word of the day.

Cop-a-bird.

We have an abundance of cockleburs somewhere on our property. And Annie is proficient at finding them and becoming a walking pin cushion. She then comes in the house and picks them off of herself at random spots around the house. Thus, we have little Annie land mines throughout the house. Cockleburs. Wyatt has learned to recognize this little boobie traps and exclaims "cop-a-bird!" as he picks one off of his foot or out of the carpet.

Sometimes we would like to make an orphan of Annie again.  The cop-a-birds all over the place, random fits on midnight barking, mysterious prizes left in the hallway from time to time.... But she's such a fun sweet little dog and the kids love her.  Oh, Annie-dog.