Caution~ Poop, Nudity and Real Life Woos

So, I feel like I haven't had a chance to post in awhile, I have a couple in the hangar~ just not 100% done. But what do they say "life is what happens when you are not looking"?

For me it is not so much life but rather Keaton happened! He is my most adorable, bright, warm hearted two year old who runs the show. As I type he is carrying a tool box in one hand, a golf club in the other all the while wearing only a diaper. I am somewhat curious to see what happens next....

Earlier today he handed me his diaper and said "Keke poopy bum."
Yes, he was naked and yes there was poop in the diaper, I quickly lead him down the hall to his room to ensure a proper cleaning. I told him next time to keep his diaper on, he quickly responded with the typical "Why?", followed by the brightest smile ever.

From there he proceed to growl at the dog, bite him on the back, hit me with a plastic hammer, climb on the counter, sit there and eat BBQ potato chips still in the diaper only. He put the chip bag in the sink, turned on the hot water and yelled "Mama fun!" The bigger problem was not the hot water but rather he was hanging from the counter because he couldn't reach the chair he used to climb up originally.

Keaton is only one of five, so you can imagine the other capers my brood gets into daily. Two weekends ago my 8 year old daughter swung the bathroom door open only to see me standing there naked (trying to have the obligatory 5minute shower as the 2 year old slept) and she just stood there saying " Oh your naked....but someone is at the door. Can I let them in?"

Ahhhh, NO!

I guess the reason for this post is to let you all know "poop happens" to all of us~so don't have the required Mama guilt if you buy the cookies rather than bake them, if your kids don't wear matching socks or if you drop off your child at school when it just so happens there is no school that day. True story, did last week to Callum~I can feel you all feeling better about yourselves simultaneously.

Just remember we all do what we can, perfection is a myth.

Who's Complaining?

Our daughters moved up from "Mini Soccer" to "real" soccer this year.


Rather than being a warm, soft "timbit", they are hard ass "Waverley Warriors" and while I never really thought about the differences between that soft little Timbit and that Warrior, we learned them last night!

It was the first game for the U9 Girls and it was 5 degrees and pouring rain. Not drizzling, but full on cats hitting the umbrella, couldn't be more wet if you jumped in a swimming pool, pouring rain.

Us Moms (and Dads) were on the sidelines cheering on our girls, and complaining. And whining. And cold. And soaked. And I kept thinking "why are they playing in this!", "Why isn't this being cancelled?", "The girls are so wet", "The girls are so cold", "Oh those poor girls!".

Finally, 35 minutes into the game, 15 minutes before the end, they decided to call the game and let those "poor girls" get out of the rain. We called them off the field and I was greeted by my Warrior - with a HUGE smile on her face. She didn't feel the cold. She didn't care about the wet. She is a Waverley Warrior and she had FUN!