Always look when you hear spitting.

Rule of life number #42...always look when you hear spitting, especially when you have toddlers. So tonight, I am cooking dinner. The boys are out in the living room playing. Lucas comes up behind me, squats on the floor and starts spitting. Without looking at him, I say "Lucas?? Why are you spitting on the FLOOR?"  He proceeds to say "POOP!"  When I turn around, he is literally SPITTING POOP ON THE FLOOR! No, I don't have a dog as I explained in a previous post... I checked both boys, no poop... I checked the bathrooms just in case...nothing. WHERE is this poop coming from and WHY is my kid putting it in his MOUTH!??! So I clean up this spot of poop and the spit (gross) and send him out into the living room again. I continue to cook dinner and ponder what the heck just happened. I then hear Austin... "NO LUKE! that's not FOOD!" (OMG) So I come out into the living room and Lucas has found MORE poop!! WHAT??! I check him again... he's digging it (sorry to be gross) out of his butt hole...Yes, I said it.  After I brushed his teeth, changed his diaper and vomited... I decided to keep him in the kitchen with me...close by... just in case! Kids (especially boys) are nasty.

Finding our imagination

Recently while sitting in the waiting room at the Dr.'s office, I found myself reading an article in a parenting magazine about the affect TV watching has on children. I will admit, my children watched way too much TV in my opinion. I always made sure the shows were educational, but in the long run, TV is TV. The article said that children who watch more than 3 hours of TV a day are a 1/3 less creative/imaginitive than children who watch no TV at all. Now, I have no idea how accurate that statistic is, but it got me thinking...So I conducted a little experiment of my own. I took TV away from my kids. They get to watch about an hour to an hour and a half of TV a day. Surprisingly, Austin took to it immediately. He started to play more by himself...inventing little guns out of blocks, chasing monsters, pretending he's a cat... etc.  He also started to take a liking to Little People. I LOVE Little People. Since before Austin and Lucas had any sort of care for them, I have been stockpiling them from the thrift store. I don't think I have ever purchased one single Little People from the store. I buy all their houses, cars, garages etc at the thrift store.  The boys have been obsessed with them. It's so cute to watch Austin act out our life. He has a mommy, daddy and Lukie Little people along with a Jamie (our babysitter and my friend), a Joey (austin's little friend from Calera) and our neighbor, Mrs. Melanie.  It hasn't been a huge adjustment for them. I just don't turn the TV on. They don't fuss about it and they find something ELSE to do with their time. It also has given me more time to get MY stuff done around the house...it's a win win for us.

We don't have a dog....where did THAT come from?

I am not a "furr mamma" and I don't have "furr babies".... so imagine my surprise when around the corner I walked and stooped down to pick up what I thought was a small dark bouncy ball next to the couch. Upon further inspection I realized that a) this was no bouncy ball b) it smelled c)I was holding it in my bare hand. Now, I have two small boys so I have pretty much seen it all with them...I have not however ever picked up a "excrement ball" with my bare hands. It wasn't one of those dainty little light pickups either... it was a full fledge all hands on" sort of grasps...considering that before I knew it was a "meadow muffin" I was already planning my next move which was to throw the ball into the toy bin. The next part was a blur. I'm not sure if I started gagging before or after I dropped it in surprise and instinctively picked it back up again (WITH MY BARE HAND) but I know for a fact that it took everything in me not to vomit in my living room.

The next order of business after a little Dial Antibacterial action was to figure out just who this "cow pie" belonged too. There was no naked baby running around...Lucas does tend to take off his diapers through his pants so I took a few seconds to double check him. He cleared the inspection. Next was Austin. I hate assuming anything with my kids (they prove you wrong TOO many times) so I checked him anyway...nothing.

At this exact moment I do remember sort of panicking that there was another (maybe bigger) hidden package somewhere in this house. So I began my search. I made the boys help me. I tried to not laugh as they yelled "POOOOP! Where are you POOOOOOP?" but I failed miserably. It was the funniest thing. As gross as the thought of actually finding something so their little scavenger hunt would reap some sort of "reward", I was actually enjoying watching them search for it!

Thank goodness we didn't find anything though, but I have made a new game. "poop find"
I was kidding about that last part.  *gross*