Sometimes all you can do is laugh. And maybe drink.

This morning I was woken by Xander at 5:30AM. He was READY to start his day. So after failed attempts of telling him to go back to his room. We did the whole "potty, day time pull-ups, Cheerios, milk and tv show" routine. Needless to say, I went back to bed. He's 3.5, he can handle sitting on the sofa, shoving his face full of Cheerios while watching Dora explore a bit. 

Of course I should have known it would be a pre-curser for how my day would 

be. 

Last night I realized my one of my new cockerels/roosters was missing. The one I was really excited about. Brownie was an Easter Egger rooster. Which meant his breed lays blue and green eggs. Which meant, me crossing him with my females, meant fertilized eggs to be sold, and or hatched. So this morning I did an official head count and realized 4 other females had ran off and disappeared with him also.  

Upon further search and letting the dogs hunt around for signs. I discovered signs that Brownie is most likely no longer with us. But only him. So I'm still hoping the other 4 females who decided to have a wild night off in the woods with him eventually return. 

By this time of mid morning (around 9:30am) Xander was already spiraling. He was tired, and meltdowns were occurring. So I sent his butt to bed, which also meant I was missing my gym reservation at kids club of 10am. - oh goody, another plan thwarted by the toddler terrorists. 

So at 10am, Atticus went down for a nap also. And like clock work was up at 12pm to eat lunch. (The kid just eats and eats and eats). So mid chowing down on his lunch of blueberries, chicken, and pirates booty, his face starts turning bright red.

Oh no,

This isn't good,

All parents know this sign, it never ends well.

CODE BROWN!!!!

I repeat,

CODE BROWN!!!!!

Then it happened. 

The explosion.

 The OMG moment of destruction that even makes veteran diaper changers scream.

Atticus has talent. And by talent, I mean he somehow managed to poop so hard and so much he propelled crap up his diaper, up his belly, and up his chest, it was in his neck folds. But yet not a single bit down either leg. I'm not sure how this talent will be beneficial, but it's a skill none the less. 

This of course warrented an immediate, straight to the bathtub drill. Do not stop, do not detour at the changing table, do not let the child have use of his hands, and what ever you do, do not let it get on the furniture! 

So once I plopped his stinky little self in the tub, I stripped him of his clothes. And moms know it's an acquired and practice skill to removed poop covered clothes over your child's face without it getting on his face.

 If there are levels of this skill, mine is at ninja level. My children love to poop, in nightmare horrish ways, do they love to poop through their diapers and on their clothes. 

Once the clothes were deposited right into the washing machine, the sad excuse for a diaper was disposed of a also.  Atticus was hosed down for initial cleansing, and once that stage was complete, we then carried on with playing and soaking in the tub stage. 

Look, he's so proud of himself. He got an extra bath in. Water playtime all by himself while his brother sleeps. (Or plans up what to drive momma crazy with next) 

But like my blog title said, all you can do is laugh. 

Because, let's be honest. 

Shit Happens.

Literally. 

I mean, it happens a lot. And you can't get worked up over it, you can't meltdown and think the end is near. (Even though glimpses of "death by poop smells" came to mind while I was hosing Atticus off.) You can't keep it bottled up inside, you just have to "let it go" and laugh. (Yes I've been watching to much of Frozen.) 

No, but seriously, we must laugh. We have to laugh, because how else do we go on?

Oh yeah, there is that thing called alcohol. Okay, so maybe some rum, or wine helps too. But you still need to laugh, daily. And mostly at yourself. 

Why my kid is crying

       (A happy photo of me and the boys) 

#WhyMyKidIsCrying is one of the best hashtags out there on the internet right now. Looking up fellow parents posts, and seeing their kids are being just as rediculous as mine is comforting. 

So I though I would contribute a few I've recently captured. 

This is what happened when I offered Atticus some of my smoothie. 

Instead he tried to put his hand in my hot coffee and I took it away from him. It resulted in more tears. 

Another day I sneezed. Apparently it didn't go over well. 

This was the day after Atticus's first birthday party. He was upset there were too many balloons left over for him to play with.

This is the reaction I got from Xander when I told him to go play with toys. 

And finally, this is Atticus's big meltdown after I took a stink bug out of his mouth. He really wanted to eat it. 

Needless to say, being a toddler is very rough. And to anyone that says girls are the "dramatic ones", I'll let you spend a day with my boys. Toddlers in general, of both ages, are highly dramatic. 

Denial, somedays, is my BFF

I'm currently in denial about the 147 emails I need to sift through, or the fact I need to shower. The laundry is piling up, and the dishes seem to be multiplying on their own like rabbits at my sink. But it really doesn't bother me. The kids are fed, have clean diapers/underwear on, and that's the important thing. Somehow between now and Saturday morning I need to finish crocheting a baby blanket, and prepping food for my cousin's baby shower. I also need to go grocery shopping, and gather and set up everything for chicken killing on Sunday. 

It will happen....

Eventually........

I'm a huge fan of last minute. It's the only way things get done, or look presentable in this house. Clean to early, the kids and dogs will destroy it. Prep and cook food to soon, and it will get eaten. I mean the last time I made cupcakes for someone else's baby shower, I had to hide them in my car. 

My method of "waiting till it HAS to be taken care of" is abhored by my husband Nathan. He has OCD (obsessive, compulsive, disorder) I have IDC (I don't care). Which works out well when he's out for the week traveling. I let things go, and start the mass cleaning Thursday night, and Friday. It's a good method, that works for me, until he is home for a week.

Then we drive each other nuts, because he is insistent on getting a load of sorted and colored coded laundry in. (I innerly laugh at this, this is why I have shout color catcher sheets!) Meanwhile I'm trying to wrestle clothes on the boys and make it out the door and to our appointment on time. To him clean clothes > getting kids ready. But I love him just the same for it. Not many wives can complain that their husbands clean to much. 

If your house is a mess, it's ok. Houses are meant to be lived in, they are not museums. If they were, they would be built out of glass. Children destroy any room they enter, it's inevitable. So you might as well wait till they are unconscious to even attempt to clean up after them. 

A preview for Sunday Bloody Funday

http://youtu.be/RxZm1QLWdFY

Even stay at home moms have "bad days at the office"

It seems about once a week my children wake up, hell bent on being miserable. Or worse, they wake determined to make everyone else miserable. 

Xander woke this morning in a screaming crying fit. He was crying and whining that he needed to go potty. So I told him to go. The crying and whining continued,.....as he was going potty. Then of course, Xander's noisy tantrums woke his brother Atticus. Which of course made Atticus cry and scream and be clingy and upset since he wasn't truly ready to wake up. 

So at 8am, both children are screaming, the dogs are barking to be let out and of course my phone rings. I threaten Xander with going back to bed if he doesn't knock it off, while trying to wrestle a clean diaper on the "refuses to lay still EVER" Atticus. I need coffee, I need coffee with kahluha in it. 

Finally milk cups are distributed, the dogs are let outside, and I head out also to tend to the chickens. I feed and water the chickens, let them out to free range, mix up some more feed to ferment and go back inside. Mind you I've been gone less than 10 minutes. 

In that time Atticus has managed to empty all 3 dog bowls of food and has pulled every book, paper and item off my nightstand. (We call him "The Destroyer")

Can this kid just walk already!? I fully believe when that happens he will stop climbing cabinets and nightstands and other objects with handles and shelves in an effort to stand. So once he pulls himself up to stand he realizes, in whatever object he is leaning against, there are fun things to pull off and throw about the house. 

I make breakfast for the boys, let the dogs in and out again, shovel a bowl of cereal in my mouth, and finally realize I need to make myself coffee. But of course by that time, Mr Atticus is tired. Seeing he was woken prematurely, he needs an extra morning nap. So then I have to get him a bottle, change his diaper, and lay him down for a morning nap. 

Finally! Coffee time!

Oh wait, it's already 12......hell I'm still having my coffee. 

Knicknack Paddywhack

Give a dog a bone. And he will destroy your flower beds!!! 

I bought the 3 dogs raw frozen marrow bones today. It's been awhile since they had them. In fact, I don't think Delilah our newest rescue has ever had one. She was so happy she walked around with it in her mouth for a half hour. But it seems Sampson was very worried about the security of the bones. I caught him through the window burying one in my front flower bed. So after I dug that one up, he took it and buried it in my composting hay pile in a section of my garden. I'm assuming the other two are in the pile somewhere.......

Also my other fur child Sweet Pea decided to roll in something that STUNK like something dead. 

            (Her body should be all white) 

So of course she required a bath today. Just another thing to add to my list. It seems some days the fur children are just as bad or worse than the real ones! 

My first born, Xander Cash

Alexander Cash Stambaugh aka Xander Cash, Cash Monkey or Xander Bander. 

(We gave him Cash as a middle name after Johnny Cash.) 

Xander will be 4 in October. He is my first born, and a hell of a birth it was. 13 hours of induced labor with two failed epidurals and an emergency C-section where the spinal block stopped working halfway through the surgery. But on October 18th we became parents for the first time. One of the most amazing moments in my life that I will never ever regret. 

Xander is my funny guy. He never wears pants when we are home, and likes to strip in public any chance he gets. He's all into "guy stuff" right now with daily doses of Spiderman, Transformers and Jake The Pirate. He loves his doggies, and next to his little brother they are his bestest friends. I will say he's little bit of an observer instead of jumping right in to new things. He is LOUD though. There is a whole lot of squealing, and screaming and yelling that goes on in this house. Xander is an awesome big brother and is just waiting for the day his little brother Atticus can walk and run with him. (Mommy is too)

Xander also has a special bond with his Aunt Rachel who he calls "Rwha Rwha". Next to his brother "Rwha Rwha" is probably his most favorite person. With Xander there is no early bedtime or sleeping in. This kid rarely naps, and just seems to go, go, go constantly. I can't wait to see how much more awesome this little dude will become.