Aren't weekends supposed to be relaxing? Cuz my achin' feet aren't tellin that story. :) The good news is that the puking seems to have passed, finally. The diarrhea, not so much. (And frankly, I'm not sure which one is worse.) Opening the door to their room after night time or nap time is kind of an 'enter at your own risk' type scenario because that smell could seriously kill you. Seriously.
But enough about poop. For a moment, anyway. :)
As is usually the case, this weekend left me smiling for so many reasons. Let's discuss.
1. The Circle of Moms Top 25 Parents of Multiples contest. Why? Well for one, it seems everyone around us is as obsessed as we are. And not because you win a million dollars or anything, but because people simply love a good, close contest. What's more, we've (and by we, I mean Brian, my dad and I) decided that the 'Bunch's and the McCleary's' sounds as official as the Hatfields and the McCoys, (but without any actual feuding.) So that's kind of fun. And I like the McCleary's, and we've never even met them. I'm okay that we keep trading off 1st and 2nd place because I like the anticipation of checking numbers throughout the day!
2. Trash pickin. This one is a shout out to my friends/coworkers Ellen and Shelly. Good friends do surprisingly nice things. You see, what had happened was...at school we had an Eegees Party. (If you live in a non-Eegee part of the country, Eegees are a slushie drink.) So we're talking hundreds of kids eating eegees and throwing them away in a big trash can. Now picture me, with my big sparkly Melrose ring reaching into the trash can to throw away some trash and *blip*.... into the trash went my ring. I felt it slip off, so I immediately started looking for it.( In front of far too many kids.) I can hear it now. "Mrs. Bunch was digging in the trash can." Awesome. But wouldn't you know it? I couldn't find it. At all. It was no where in the top layer of trash. Enter Ellen and Shelly. They started digging through the nasty trash with me. And this is not an exaggeration. Shelly picked every. single. piece. of. trash. out of that can. And wouldn't you know it? That ring was just heavy enough that it had made its way to THE BOTTOM. Anyhoo, just wanted to say thanks. You never know when you might make someone's day by digging through the trash with them. :)
3. Free Starbucks. My dad visits on Sundays and always brings me a Starbucks No-Water-With-Whip-Chai and Brian a coffee. Today, when he arrived, he mentioned how the person in front of him at the drive thru Starbucks had paid for our drinks. Just because. What a random act of kindness..I think I shall pay it forward. Thank you generous stranger. Your kindness was appreciated.
4. Sharting. I may have mentioned this before, but Hunter always announces when she toots. Always. And she always seems genuinely surprised by herself which I find hysterical. So tonight, when she tooted and announced it, what with the dozen diarrhea diapers she had today, I said to her, Hunter, did you toot or did you 'shart'? (If you're not familiar with the term, google it and no, the word is not a frequently used word with my children.) :) Well, being the repeater that she is, she promptly says to Brian and me, "I shit?" (I nearly spit my drink out.) She thought she was saying 'shart' but her pronunciation is just a tad off. Holy funniness batman. Needless to say, we did not encourage that one.... furthermore, she's now learning that when she says, "I toot?" that she is to follow it with, "Excuse me." And she's doing a great job. See, now don't you feel better about our parenting?
5. Brad Paisl.ey concert. Brian and I got to go to one today. In our living room. It was presented by our own kids doing their own personal Brad Paisley renditions atop Diaper Boxes, jammin out. Gotta love it. Who would've thought to use a diaper box as a stage? Brilliant, I say. :)
Happy Sunday all. Hope the week brings you lots of smiles!