As I started writing I realized that my choice for the title of this blog post is really applicable in more than one way. The first, it has been raining like crazy. Every-other day it has been raining or pouring or both forcing those of us with nothing but dirt and weeds for a yard to stay inside, find alternative ways to entertain the kids with all of their exploding, "I want to be outside" energy all the while cursing the dogs for tracking mud in the house (like they can help it).
The second reason for the title, and really the reason why I am writing today in the first place, is that old, cliched but very true statement that "when it rains it POURS." And I mean, it has been pouring in every way possible. Between both of our (mine and Jake's) jobs, the kids, the dogs, the rain and all of our awesome parties and celebrations I feel like I am doing everything half way and am forgetting so much.
To catch up on all the interesting, non-work related happenings...my grandparents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary to be immediately followed (like, the next day) by Harper's first birthday. More on both of those and lots of pictures later, I promise. We have had other birthdays, friends over, play dates, movie dates, major grocery shopping that had been put off for weeks, etc. Finally all the craziness exploded this past Saturday about 10 minutes before Daddy got home from work.
I drug my poor, sleepy, nap-refusing babies out shopping (to Kohls and Walmart but hey, it still counts) and decided we would run by DQ on our way home. DQ was their reward since they had actually been pretty good and by pretty good I mean Harper only screamed a few times when she got ger finger pinched in her phone and Cayden sort of stayed by me walking through Kohls as he touched every article of clothing along his side of the aisle as he walked past. I thought I was being smart by ordering Cayden something with a lid and making up some excuse that would force him to wait until we got home before grabbing his shake. As I was delivering our shopping loot to their respective rooms I suddenly heard Harper started screaming. Like someone just cut off my leg (or stole my toy) type of screaming. I ran out to the living room only to see that she had apparently tried to drink Cayden's shake by tipping it back instead of using the straw and had covered herself (and the floor and couch) in freezing cold chocolate ice cream. The only solution...the bath tub. With her in the tub and her too-cute-for-words outfit in the sink soaking off the chocolate ice cream, Cayden decided this is when he needs to poop. So, I get him all situated on the pot and walk to the closet to grab a towel for the ice cream mess everywhere else just in time for him to tell me he's done. I get him finished and off the pot only to glance in the tub and see that all too familiar expression on Harper's face. I left Cayden on the pot and grabbed Harper 30 seconds too late...she had pooped in the tub. Next came the mad dash to get all the toys out of the tub as fast as possible, followed by getting Cayden off the toilet so I can fish Harper's little mess out of the tub and into the toilet while SHE SCREAMS BECAUSE SHE'S COLD, CAYDEN YELLS THAT HE NEEDS HELP GETTING BATMAN ON HIS MOTORCYCLE AND THE DOGS BARKING TO GET PAST THE GATE TO "HELP" ME CLEAN UP THE ICE CREAM MESS! Seriously...when it rains it FREAKING pours!
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