My morning!

Just the other day my cute neighbor commented on how much I have it "together." She mentioned that the kids are always well dressed, happy, and I seem to handle everything with ease. Well, I guess I'm glad she doesn't see everything that goes on in these walls. This morning was hilariously crazy!

Andrew and I were eating breakfast together while Tanner and Reid were hanging out in their animal chairs. I thought I'd give Andrew a quick haircut while he was already strapped in his booster seat. I handed him a few jelly beans and began buzzing. As soon as he was done I plopped him in the bathtub and went to feed Tanner and Reid.

Not long after I sat down to nurse the babies Andrew starts yelling that he's done! Done? This kid usually spends 20-30 minutes in the bathtub! I told him he'd have to wait, I was feeding the babies. He keeps yelling! I keep telling him to wait! The next thing I know I hear little footsteps running down the hall! Out comes wet, cold little Andrew saying, "burrrrr!!"

I told him to go get a towel. He comes back dragging a towel, not quite skilled enough to wrap it around himself in a way that might provide warmth. I wrap him up like a burrito and he sits down next to me. Then he starts saying, "clothes, clothes, clothes." Off he runs and returns with a pair of pants and a shirt. I told him to get a diaper too and I would get him dressed (all this is still happening while I'm nursing). He goes back to his room, but didn't return. I heard him playing with toys and assumed he'd been sidetracked and was fine.

A couple of minutes later he emerges saying, "ewwwwwe!!" Yup, he pooped in his room! I laid Tanner and Reid down so I could clean up the mess. They weren't happy about their breakfast being interrupted and were red-faced screaming! After cleaning up the mess and getting a diaper on Andrew I came back to finish feeding Tanner and Reid.

At this point, Andrew was sitting at my feet reading books and saw rubber ducks in the book and thought, "hey, I have some of those in my tub!" He returns from the bathroom with two ducks that are filled with water and puts them in the book in classic two-year-old fashion.

I just started laughing! I have a naked two year old, hair on my kitchen floor, a bag of poop ready to go to the outside garbage can, a sopping wet book (and carpet), two babies who are eating in shifts, and it's only 7:30 a.m.!!

Here are my boys after all messes had been cleaned up, but before anyone got dressed. I'm not sure if I'd say I have it "together," but my life is never dull!