I typed this immediately after it happened because I want to remember what it's like. So, in 10 years I can look back and say, "Oh yeah!". This morning wasn't anything spectacular either. This is normal life around our house.
Working on Michael- Poop 1, dress, nebulize, put crackers in Elmo cup for breakfast of champions to eat while riding in the car on the way to the Doctor for allergy shots, put shoes, hat, coat on and hand off to Mike
Poop2 Jaileigh, changed while she screams "Monkey, do-do, monkey, do-do, lotty, monnnnnn---kkkkeeeeeyyyyy, do-do, lottttytyyy, do-do monkey!!!!" (she wants a monkey diaper and doughnuts, and she wants A LOT)
While changing her, the two little boys (Anthony and Jakob) sneak off in their room and shut the door. Very quiet. meanwhile Annie is eating spilled goldfish off the floor. Finish diaper, Jaileigh still screaming at the top of her lungs but has added "dadddy, daddddy, dadddy" to her chant. So its "Monkey, do-do, daddy-daddy, daddy, monkey, do-do, lotty, daddy-daddy, daddy, monnnnnn---kkkkeeeeeyyyyy, do-do, lottttytyyy, do-do monkey, daddy-daddy, daddy!!!!"
Run into the boys room with poopy diaper in hand, find the two very quiet boys absorbed in fingerpainting with nail polish in Michaels crib. Jaileigh immediately stops screaming and starts climbing in to join in. Aaaahhh silence, finally. Needless to say the crib sheet was ruined. Thank goodness they didn't paint the carpet!
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