Butter, butter, who’s got the butter? I’ll tell you who, it’s Sammie J!

Most of the time I enjoy being able to just let my girls run around and play without me hovering, especially around dinner time when I am trying to get things all put together and on the table. I thought I was doing great the other night when I had the table settings stacked on the porch table as well as any condiments we would need. I was finishing up the food in the kitchen when Emma comes in and informs me that Sammie was in the butter-Great. At the worst I thought she had poked her finger in it.

I didn’t expect this:

It took everything in me to keep from laughing! I went back into the living room and grabbed the camera to capture the moment. I snapped a couple of pictures to preserve the memory and hollered at my dad to come down and see. I warned him when he got to the bottom of the stairs to do his best NOT to laugh. I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t put an almost brand new stick of butter on the table unsupervised!

I had to crop down the picture since we were attempting potty training that week and she was bottomless so you don’t quite get the full scope of everythings. Oh well, it makes a great family picture!

Do you have any funny stories or pictures you’ve recorded to embarrass, um humble, uh share with your children when they get older?

I’m just going to say this upfront. This is a really weird confession, and when I realized I was doing this I thought maybe I was losing it Juuuust a little bit. So here it goes.

More times then I would care to admit I have stood by my bed ready to get in and looked around the bed like I was missing something.; and every time it dawns on me that I am looking for my “blanky”. First of all, no I don’t actually have a blanky. Night after night we do the blanky search for our girls and apparently it has rubbed off on my bed time as well. I’m hoping that this will pass soon, because every time it happens I just think to myself “really, again?”

So I hope this brought a smile and maybe a little chuckle for you!

Happy Monday ya’ll!

Emma has the most beautiful long golden hair. I love, love, love when she is in a hospitable mood and allows me to brush it. I envy her hair, not so much the blond part, but the silky, long part. I have only taken scissors to her hair once and that was to cut a small wisp of hair off when her ear drum burst and caked into it. Otherwise I would never have considered taking scissors to her hair….until Tuesday night, or should I say Wednesday morning.

Emma came in saying she didn’t feel well so I let her crawl into bed with us. Not too long later she stirred and started gagging. I got her out of bed in time and averted that mess. She woke up several more times but they were all false alarms. Then she woke up again and I wasn’t fast enough. Fortunately we had laid a towel under her after the first time and that caught everything, but there was splatter all over Joel’s pillow case, our nice.white.brand new. First night sleeping in them sheets, grr!

During the whole episode quite a bit of “it” got in her hair. Joel carried her in the towel into the bathroom and I began the gross, disgusting, torturous task of cleaning her up. I will admit, as I was trying not to gag, I consider giving Emma her first hair cut. Instead, I went into the bedroom and took a few deep breaths to strengthen my nerves and my stomach and went in to clean her up.

That was by far the grossest thing I have ever done. It was even worse than the time she was around a year old and had thrown up in her sleep and slept in it all night. And since she had eaten carrots the night before I came into her room to a smiling little girl whose head and face were glowing orange. She was sooo happy to see me though!

So, have you ever considered extreme measures when faced with a very gross mess?

Sometimes things don’t go the way we’d like. Potty training is one of them. Emma finally took an interest in using the potty vs. her diaper and has done quite well, though lately she has allowed herself to get distracted and wait too long. What we still have not mastered though is going #2 in the potty. We’ve done it a couple of times but with no consistency. That is not the point of this confession though, merely the premise.

Several weeks ago Emma had once again pooped in her panties. We were in the process of taking her soiled panties off when I realized that I was not going to make it up to the toilet with the contents of the panties without them ending up on the floor. I had to make a quick decision- drop it on the floor or attempt to make it to the potty seat bowl which I could then empty into the toilet. I went with option #2. I didn’t quite make to the bowl however and it ended up on the seat. I was more than a little annoyed.

I started in on cleaning up the potty chair when Emma exclaimed “Mommy, my panties!” I looked up to see what she was talking about and she was pointing to the toilet. I looked in and sure enough, there were her panties floating in the water. No it wasn’t her that put them in there, or even Samantha, no, no it was me, the mommy. In my haste to clean up the mess so Emma could use her potty chair I tossed her panties in the toilet without a second thought.

Can I get away with blaming it on pregnancy brain? I would like to think that on a normal basis, when my body isn’t trying to grow a baby, I would have my wits about me and I would have avoided such a wet mistake.

Did I mention that those panties were soaked, soaked I tell you! I can laugh at it now, but I was quite annoyed with myself that day.

So tell me, Have you had a brainless moment? Surely I’m not the only one!