This week has been pretty usual. The kids are crazy around 3pm so every afternoon we go outside and play until I have o drag them in for dinner (usually around 7pm) they are starving and sad they can't play outside anymore so it is drama!
Today was interesting because we went to a pirate birthday party. I have decided to take people up on invitations to birthday parties because it is usually great FREE fun for my kids. So I dressed Little 1 and Little 2 up as pirates and we went to the Park Party. I strapped Little 3 on in the baby bjorn and helped Little 2 play with out getting hurt. They looked so adorable playing. Soon it was time for hotdogs so while Little 1 entertained the other party kids (he loves to make people laugh) I helped Little 2 eat. It was all fun and games until at the picnic table until Little 2 showed me his hand and said "poop" . That's when my heart sinks ugh. Thank God I had put a pullup on him- however, it was coming out the back. I quietly escorted him away from the table, sent Little 1 to the playground (which was closer to the car) and we went to the parking lot for my favorite kind of diaper change. I call it the "Walmart Diaper Change" I had to put Little 1 in the car seat, then make wiggly Little 2 stand still while I waited for cars to pass and to have some sort of privacy. I feel so redneck when I change a poop diaper in the back of my car in a parking lot for everyone to see. It was awful, I had to scrape his hands with wipes, pour sanatizer all over his hands, try to wipe it off of his shirt and shorts- it was just a little bit, but discusting to leave him in the same clothes. Little 3 was so patient. Little 2 was trying to climb over the seat, playing with whatever was in the backseat and I am trying to keep poop from getting everywhere and wondering if Little 1 is still ok on the playground. Little 2 has a recent breakout of eczema and it was all over his legs, I felt so bad for him. I tried putting a little bit of the lotion I had brought for Little 3's face on his legs. I was just frazzled. So we went back to the party. By then it was time to nurse Little 3, so I set up camp (thankfully I had a camping chair in the car with me) at a safe distance from the party kids. While I was nursing him I watched Little 1 pick Little 2 up and bounce him around. Little 2 liked this ( I am not a a close enough range to get their attention and tell them to stop) so Little 2 starts picking up other kids. Kids that are taller then him mind you, and of course they all go tumbling down. I am praying no one gets hurt. And I don't really know any of the parents at the party- which makes it even weirder. ha! So in writing this looks worse then in actually was- all the poop, and falling down. They ate cake had candy and dressed up like pirates and played on a playground. More then they would do if we were just at home. Daddy had gone for a bike race in Charlotte.
When we got home Little 2 was asleep in the car and Little 1 wanted to go straight back to playing with his bff. The afternoon wandered on daddy finally got home around 4:45 and I watched my sweet Little 1 running around with out his shirt on (his new favorite thing to do) muddy from the creek and absolutely beautiful. He loves his friends. Although the girls want him to kiss them lately... I am trying to explain germs and cooties to him- he is only 5! I think the only thing I really did today besides play/watch the babies is make some extremely low calorie chocolate cupcakes. But I did have to chronicle the craziness. I am glad I went to the party- I think they had fun, even though I was stressed a bit. I would rather them have the memory and the fun then stay home b/c I can't handle the possabilities. Little 1 is covered in scrapes and bruises, his fingernails (which are nubs b/c he bites them) have dirt embedded in the skin and I love it! It tells my heart that he is playing hard and having fun- like he should be. Little 2 is in love with this little tractor set I bought him the other day. He carried it around with him (in fact he might be sleeping with the "escavator" ) he also has a favorite shovel when we go outside. It is just his size and has the red ring around it (we have 2 of the same kind of shovel for digging holes at the beach and he only wants the one with the red ring around it) He carries that shovel everywhere! We have to watch our toes. Once he is old enough I know he will be playing as hard as Little 1 does. But for now he has to stay with me and dig and ride his motercycle (aka hot wheel) I made daddy come up with dinner tonight :) I was worn out from all that playing.
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