Just another day

The Birds
Shortly after we waved good bye to Josh’s parents I heard a sharp TWEET TWEET coming from the back of the house (that’s not saying much our place is a cozy two bedroom but still). Claire and Conor were on the couch and I headed toward the noise to check it out. It was a bird, a decent sized bird! In Claire’s room. It must have come in through our slider which was open just enough for Lola to come and go and then the bird must have headed into Claire’s room for whatever reason. Now despite my dislike of these feathered creatures and perhaps a little bit of Alfred Hitchcock going through my head I have tackled a task like this before. Shortly after we moved in a bird (could be the same one) attempted to make our living room its home. This time however with Claire around I didn’t want to freak her out. So, Josh was at work, what was I to do? I called my dad in the off chance he was working from home. Poor dad, he was. I didn’t even greet him on the phone but said “Oh, thank God you’re home today.” He came down with a box, a towel and what I think was part of a pool skimmer. BUT the bird was nowhere to be found, apparently he found his way back out (I hope) and all he left behind was a feather. (At least I know I’m not crazy).

Another Poop Story
The kids and I took a walk Wednesday morning. I’ve been working with Claire at home on the potty training thing. We pretty much go diaper free at home except for naps and night. What that means is we talk a lot about bodily functions. So on our walk (after the screaming tantrum initiated because we were out of milk subsided) she proudly annouced that she was pooping. Ok, lovely. Not three minutes later Conor’s intestinal track fires up, great. Rarely do poops while sitting in his carseat remain within the confines of the diaper. So, quickstep back to the car. Claire goes first because Conor is momentarily happy and Claire keeps talking about the poop in her diaper. We change diapers in the trunk because it is easiest. Claire chatters on to herself and is happy to play in the car while I change Conor. Ok, I get Conor out of his seat and WOAH NELLY! Blowout central. Of course it gets on my sweatshirt while i’m trying to get him out of his jumper and do I have something else to put little man in? Nope…I always have an extra outfit except when I need it. Claire begins to get impatient and starts shouting at me from the car. After I explain the situation all she can do is chant “Conor, BIG POOPS!” over and over. I wrap up the carseat pad and soiled jumper in a sacrifice blanket and thank goodness for doggy bags, nab two of Lola’s bags for each of the kids diapers. Phew…Since that time, anytime I change Conor’s diaper Claire insists on tagging along to inspect whether or not its a “BIG POOPS.”

BURNNo, not my kids, thank God!
Last Saturday night was horrific, both kids were up multiple times for hours on end. Josh and I woke up feeling like we’d been run over by a steamroller mutliple times. Josh was gracious enough to give me an hour at the gym to rejuvenate. After that time I picked up a Peet’s latte at Raleys before heading home. Well, the girl at the counter was sharing with me the benefits of Coconut water (I must have looked really REALLY bad) when I took a sip of my latte (lid not on well) and it spilled all over my front and burned my stomach. Like BURNED my stomach. Reason 217 to lose more weight, get rid of that tummy so it won’t stick out and be subject to burns from my coffee addiction. Thank goodness for aloe.

Its just another day with the Smiths, at the very least we are entertaining.