Category: Rory Eve

hangry.

Life has been busy the past few days and I’ve been trying to get into my new groove.

Over the weekend I was quite grumpy with Andy at random times and the sight of him was just ticking me off.

He had done NOTHING to make me mad. I even got some free time this weekend.

I knew I was being irrational but couldn’t figure out WHY I WAS SO ANGRY WITH HIM.

Then it hit me.

I’m hangry.

Hangry = hunger induced anger.

He was still eating the same ole stuff while I was having salads and other various health food and I realized that for some reason I was so mad at him about the whole thing subconsciously.

Women are quite hard to deal with after all.

We get mad at you and WE HAVE NO IDEA WHY, which is totally rational.

So, after my revelation, I tried to be less hangry with Andy.

I’ll let you know if this continues or if the hanger takes over again.

Anyways.

In the midst of the New Years/Christmas stuff, Ryder turned 18 months old.

How? Why? How?

I seriously can’t believe it!

I will do a more formal 18 Month post if I ever get some good pictures of her. That’ll be my goal for the week.

I did get a little video of her talking, though!

Because of the crazy flu outbreak this year, Rory’s Christmas program ended up being rescheduled to yesterday. I was so glad because we thought we missed it while on the cruise!

Rory’s class were little bunnies! They were SO cute!

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I got two videos of the program- Rory is on the front right most of the time. Hope you can find her!


Hope you liked the videos! Happy Wednesday!

a Wednesday post

I’m having one of those days/weeks where my children are making me crazy because no matter what I do or they do NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH.

Or they are just mad at the world for reasons I’ll never understand.

Like, for example, this morning they cried/yelled/screamed for 15 minutes because they kept standing on legos and OH GUESS WHAT IT FREAKING HURTS. But alas, they must try yet again to stand on the legos.

I’m praying common sense comes with age.

Rory is once again refusing to poop in the potty.

Which isn’t making me crazy AT ALL.

Also, the flu outbreak of 2012 is insane. Schools in TN are shutting down for a week and now I’m scared out of my mind that the girls will get it. Ryder’s school has had like 15 or more cases of the flu. So far, I haven’t heard of any for Rory’s school.

So since next week we leave for vacation, I’ve decided to keep Ryder home. I’m not gonna lie, it totally makes me crazy that I don’t get my day and yet I’m still paying for it. BUT turns out, it was a DELIGHTFUL day. Seriously. Having just one was so easy. And Ryder is one of those children who just plays so well by themselves. She played with her baby dolls the entire day and I barely heard a single peep from her.

And then we went to get Rory.

Apparently Ryder realized what she was missing not being a single child.

She has fussed NON STOP at Rory since. Its been… not so delightful.

Despite all the non-delightfulness, I did manage to get a really cute video of the girls. I realized the other day that I haven’t done as well of a job videoing Ryder talking like I did Rory every few months. So I got some video of the girls talking about Santa and what they want for Christmas and some of Ryder talking. And there is a bonus hilarious (albeit gross) ending.

Okay and let’s talk about this whole Santa business.

Yes, we do Santa. We both grew up with Santa and it’s fun.

So here’s a brilliant idea for everyone- the Santa people and non-Santa people:

How about we all do what we want to do AND STOP CARING ABOUT WHO IS DOING SANTA AND WHO ISN’T!!!!! Why does it bother people that I DO Santa and why does it bother people when others DON’T do Santa?! WHO CARES!

Ok. Sorry. I’ve just heard so much judgmental crap about this whole ordeal from both sides and PS PEOPLE- BEING JUDGMENTAL IS WAY MORE ANTI-CHRISTMAS/CHRIST THAN SANTA IS!

Anyways.

Maybe I’m just in a mood too. I blame the moody children, not being able to send them to MDO that I’m still paying for, and no sleep.

Aren’t you glad you decided to read this amazing blog today???

You’re welcome.

Let’s end on a happy note.

Today should mark the end of Andy’s crazy work schedule for now. Please, Lord, let it be so because we are both so exhausted.

Also, Rory and Ryder have learned to be animals. Like they pretend the are cats or dogs. Rory licked Ryder ONE time and they both laughed so hard.

Problem is, this gave Ryder an idea, and she is now licking Rory ALL THE TIME just to make her mad. She will run up to Rory, lick her across the face/head/arm/foot/wherever and then run away as fast as she possibly can. It is hysterical. Rory doesn’t always think so, and it is a little gross, but I can’t help but crack up every time.

These two girls. They love to love each other and they love to annoy each other all at the same time. Isn’t that the definition of sisters?!

an abundance of laughter (and embarrassment)

Well, potty training week is coming to an end. I know all of you are so devastated and are going to miss updates on all things pee pee and poop related, but take heart! I have another kid who will be potty trained next year!

Plus, have you met my child?! Remember this story?

I’m pretty sure I will have no shortage of crazy poop stories for all of you.

Speaking of poop!

Rory pooped on the potty at school yesterday!!!!! I received this text from her teacher:

Now there are a couple of things to note here:

1) Getting a text like this the first week of potty training is equivalent to winning an Oscar, I swear. I giggled, beamed, thanked all my fans, etc.

2) Then I realized…. THIS IS MY LIFE?!!!!!! I’m texting about poop???? AND I’M EXCITED ABOUT IT?!

Kids. They keep us humble.

Speaking of humbling situations…

Yesterday after school, I gave Rory $5 for pooping at school to spend on a prize at WalMart.

(I know most of you think this is excessive, but you have no idea how big of a deal this is. Rory got sick this year and threw up a couple of times and became irrationally afraid of pooping/toilets in the midst of it. Like she would scream like someone was murdering her if I made her try every time before this week. So she gets a prize for pooping at school. Period.)

Well, she chose a Kelly doll that had a bathing suit on to take on “the really big boat!” we are going on soon.

We are checking out when all of a sudden Rory’s eyes grew to the size of giant saucers and she begin pointing and SHOUTING at the top of her lungs, “LOOK! LOOK! IT’S JESUS, MOMMY, IT’S JEEEEESSSSUUUUUUUUUSSSS!”. She repeats this 230945 times.

At this point I cannot breathe and I don’t want to turn around because I have no idea what I’m going to find.

So, I slooooooowly turn around and see about 10 Amish/Mennonite people. All but one are women, so clearly the man is who Rory is talking about. He’s tall, has a long dark beard, and a top hat.

The women are pretty much literally on the floor laughing. They have tears streaming down their faces.

The man is smiling, and says to Rory, “Well, that’s a nice thing to be called Little Lady.”

And I almost died right there in the WalMarts from embarrassment.

Also, the cashier was a little old lady and she was laughing so hard she had to run to the bathroom in the middle of my transaction. So I had to stand there with Jesus and everyone else at Walmart who all heard and are laughing and wait until she came back before I could flee the premises.

The Mennonites (I’m assuming they weren’t Amish because they were at WalMart…) never stopped laughing. I mean, seriously, I thought they were going to hurt themselves.

I am, of course, laughing too. Because what else can I do?!

So I go to the car and we all get in and I sit down and I’m laughing to myself about life and how my child ALWAYS WANTS TO EMBARRASS ME. As I’m sitting there, and updating my facebook status so others can enjoy my horror, I look up and see the Mennonite crowd walking to their van and they are STILL LAUGHING their heads off.

It was, although horrifying, amazing.

I got to thinking about my Rory girl. She’s so hard. We fight like crazy over the silliest things with her. If you googled “strong willed”, you would see her image. HA! Seriously.

But.

Never in my life have I ever laughed as much as I do now.

I might be mortified through the laughter, but that child has brought so much humor to my life. There is never a dull moment. I’m not kidding. Never ever a dull moment. She’s naturally hilarious, smart as a whip, and I truly believe God sent her to me so that even on the hardest of days I’d still be laughing my head off.

Laughter (and embarrassment) is always in abundance with this child and I will always be thankful for that.

a Tuesday post.

Well, folks, it was bound to happen sometime. I officially have my first bout with the “Tennessee Crud” since being back in Tennessee. I used to get it every year and haven’t had it in a while so I knew it’d happen sometime. Just would prefer it not be before Thanksgiving!

Not a whole lot has been going on in the last week, just a whole lot of being at home.

Although, with my two stinkers, being at home is never dull.

On Friday I was feeling the first wave of crud and decided to take some sinus medicine. You may not know this about me, but I’m not a good medicine taker. Even Tylenol makes me tired at times.

So I decided since the girls were playing so well together, I’d rest on the couch and take a little cat nap.

All of a sudden Rory runs in saying, “Mommy! Ryder got a shooooo weeeeee diaper! I change her diaper! See!”, and hands me a dirty diaper. I fly up off the couch in full panic mode and am looking for total disaster. But, I found nothing. Ryder had a clean diaper on, pretty much perfectly put on, and there was no evidence of the deed anywhere.

Call me crazy, but Rory is little miss genius! She changed Ryder’s diaper, using about 1000 wipes, without a trace of evidence anything ever happened.

Maybe this should be her new chore???

I never ever get on my computer during the day while the girls are awake because well, hello they get into enough trouble when I’m paying attention, but yesterday I decided to work on a project while they played together in their playroom.

We put up a “tent” in their playroom this weekend- it’s basically a huge blanket draped across part of the room and hangs down to the ground.

Well, Rory has decided it is a shower curtain. Apparently, when she stayed with my parents she went into my moms’ bathroom when she was in the shower and my mom would say, “AHHH! I’m in the shower!”, or something like that.

So, I hear Rory in there shrieking, “AHHH! RYDER! I’m in the shower! Get out!”. And then they would giggle, giggle, giggle. I would laugh every time I heard them because she sounded just like my mom and it was hilarious.

So I’m working and all of a sudden in prances little miss Ryder naked as a jay bird.

NAKED.

Not a stitch of clothing on.

Actually, she did have a purse.

So I’m panicking thinking there is probably a puddle of pee somewhere, when Rory runs in naked as a jaybird as well. I, naturally, say, “WHAT IN THE WORLD?!!! WHERE ARE YOU CLOTHES?!”, and Rory calmly explains, “Well, mom, we were in the shower! You can’t have clothes on in the shower!”. Or in other words, “DUH MOM!”.

Fortunately, there were no puddles. But oh the weeping and gnashing of teeth when Ryder had to put her clothes back on. She hadn’t experienced such freedom so she wasn’t about to give it up without a fight.

These are the days of my life.

I thought I’d share some things the girls are saying and doing so I could remember.

Ryder is 16 months old now, the same exact age Rory was when she was born which blows my mind. Ryder is so smart, like her sister, and is really starting to pick up on talking and doing everything 16 month olds do.

She is seriously the sweetest, most precious little mess ever. She’s quieter than Rory ever was, mainly because Rory has such a huge vocabulary that blows your mind, but she is still just a spunky and stinkerish. When SHE wants to, she gives THE BEST hugs in the entire world. She will just about strangle you when she’s hugging. It is the sweetest thing.

She is THE BEST sleeper. She sleeps 8-7 pretty consistently. Some days she wakes up earlier, but she almost always sleeps all night without a peep.

But let me tell you, if girlfriend is hungry, it doesn’t matter what time it is, she is getting up and eating. Somehow she became obsessed with pop tarts and since she has eating issues I just gave them to her. We have heard numerous times, “MOMMA! DADDYYY! POP PART!”, coming from her room more times than we’d like to count. Its pretty hilarious though!

And if you can’t tell, Ryder is quite the demanding child. She walks and talks with purpose. There is no half way with this girl. If she is walking somewhere, she is going with purpose, or if she says something, she means it. She’s just so funny and such a joy.

And then there is Rory.

The most fun-loving, joyful, imaginative, and intelligent 2 year old ever.

She is really at such a fun age. Yes, she’s still doing the “terrible 2” thing a lot, but she’s starting to really grow out of that lately. She’s all of a sudden completely attached to her momma and she barely leaves my side.

She still loves to sing and dance. We have concerts and dance parties all day long.

To Rory, everything has an explanation. When you ask her a question, it is rare that you get just a simple answer. Usually, she will say to ANY question, “Wellllll you see…”, and then go into a long explanation or story, when really she just needed to say yes or no. We get so tickled about this.

Another thing she does so much is make up huge stories. This weekend she went fishing at Andy’s parents’ house and, according to her, she caught a HUGE FISH but had to throw him back. And then an alligator came and chomped that fish away!

And let me tell you, if you didn’t know it, you’d believe her because her stories are elaborate and she never strays from them. Ha!

Anytime I fix her hair she says, “Oh! Thank you, Mom! I ‘punzel now!”. She still LOVES the movie Tangled and always pretends she is Rapunzel. She loves Cinderella too.

This week she said to me, “Mommy, what’s your name? Your name Tiff-my, Mom, and Babe, right?”, and I just laughed and laughed. She still calls me “babe”, especially when she is in trouble. HA!

Rory is THE BEST big sister. She is so protective and mostly sweet to Ryder. She is always looking out for her and “helping” her do things. Ryder is so extremely independent so it makes her crazy, but Rory really has taken such a sweet big sister role. The wrestle and love on each other and HATE to be apart. I knew they’d be close, but never imagined they’d already be so inseparable and close. It is the most amazing thing to watch and see develop. Oh, how it blesses me to know they will ALWAYS have a very best friend right here at home.

Hope you all have a very wonderful Thanksgiving week!

It is hard to believe that this time last year we were still in SUCH hard spot. Ryder was coming off of heart surgery, and was having so many stomach issues and we had no idea what was going on. She cried ALL THE TIME and Rory fed off of that and cried all the time too. It was so stressful and hard and in the midst, I didn’t know how I’d make it through.

And then here I am, a year later, having a hard time believing how far we have come. God has been so good to us. He carried us through the toughest year. He didn’t just carry us through, He blessed us with children who are just delights. Sure, they are kids who are strong willed and can make me crazy, but you’d never know the troubles we had now. They are growing and flourishing into the sweetest, most loving children.

I am so blessed and so thankful. Thankful that we went through those hard times and that now we are in a time of fun.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

in case you missed it.

This morning I took the kids to school (hallelujah!), came home and immediately put my most comfy pj’s back on, and settled in on the couch for some mega relaxation for a little bit before I had to actually do some housework.

I had no idea my life was about to change forever.

(ENTER SACASM HERE)

You see, I check facebook and someone had left me a message saying they had just seen my kids on LIVE! with Kelly and Michael.

Now, we all know how much I LOOOOVE this show. I remember watching when I was a little girl every chance I could when it was Regis and Kathie Lee. When Regis left, I didn’t know if I could continue to watch it because he’s pretty much my most favorite person ever. (No, I’ve never met him, but I still feel this way.) But, alas, I continued to watch and was pleasantly surprised when Kelly chose Michael. I think they are great together!

Anyways! Back to the point!

Yesterday I posted a picture on Instagram and shared it on Twitter of Rory and Ryder watching Live’s Halloween show. It is always a highlight of my year, so I was simply sharing the pleasure with my children.

And they were MESMERIZED. Rory laughed, Ryder stared in wonder (and a little bit of horror? All I gotta say is Art in a dress. HA!).

I anxiously awaited to see them on TV and starting FREAKING OUT because I remembered that the picture shows the girls’ with bed heads and a messy house. I totally would have deep cleaned hid the mess out of camera shot and brushed their hair had I of known they’d be on TV today!

So here’s the famous clip! Enjoy all 2 seconds of it! HA!

I mean, the power of social media is amazing!

Anyways.

I shall live in the light of my famous children all day.

Think that excuses me from cleaning, cooking, and all other responsibilities today?

I mean! My kids are famous! Surely that means I don’t have to do anything? The mess in the picture can wait until tomorrow, right???

Happy Election Day! Get out and VOTE!

Day 8: Letting Go of the Seriousness

So, here’s the deal: my brain and heart hurts from all this seriousness going on at the ole blog.

Therefore, today I will “let go” of the seriousness.

How about a Stinker story?

Prepare yourself. This one is a doozy but one I need to record so that next time I have baby fever I can refer back to it.

As I’ve said before, I’m in the midst of sorta potty training Rory. So many things have gotten in the way, mainly our busyness of late, so that is why I haven’t gone hardcore yet.

Anyways.

Rory knows that she is to go #2 in the potty. So lately if she goes in her pants she will run to the bathroom very quietly and dump it into the toilet and then sit down and yell, “Yayyyyy! Rory went poop in the potty!”. Then upon further review I see there is evidence in her diaper that is stuffed into the trash can.

Sneaky, that one.

So last night I am in our room doing something while the girls were playing in their playroom when all of a sudden I hear Rory on the monitor saying, “Ohhhhhh gooooorsh oh gorsh oh gorsh!”. Then I hear Ryder laughing and Rory laughing and then more “oh gosh” as I’m trying to run to see what is happening.

As I round the corner into the bathroom I already know that this is going to be bad.

There Rory sits on the pot, Ryder in front of her laughing, saying “ohhhh gorsh” as she is wiping poop everywhere and on every surface. When she sees me she says, “Oh! Look mommy I pooped in the potty!”. I said, “Rory are you sure? Why is there poop everywhere and in your diaper then?”. She says, “I not know Mommy, I not know.” Sigh.

So I stick them both in the tub and hose them off and then bathe them properly and clean the bathroom and wonder WHYYYYYY ME LORD?! WHYYYY ME?! over and over and over again.

But, this is my lot in life and my burden to bare.

Aren’t you glad you stopped by the blog today?! Isn’t your life now complete????

You are so very welcome.

Rory is on fall break tomorrow and I think I’m going to send Ryder to school and have a Rory Fun Day. Andy is working a later shift so I think she will enjoy being with just us two for most of the day.

Hope you enjoyed this installment of “letting go”. HA!

This is my 7th post in the series of Letting Go. You can start at the beginning here.

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on the night you were born

The past few weeks I have been thinking, reminiscing, and having a new perspective on life with my sweet Rory.

As you all know, Rory is so extremely strong-willed and can be quite hard-headed. A lot of days this drives me absolutely insane and I’ve struggled with how to correctly discipline her because of these attributes and it is definitely still hard sometimes.

But lately she has been such a delight. Sure, I have moments where I could wring her neck, but she is starting to transform into such a beautiful, strong girl.

Every night Andy and I (oh and Jersey) pile into Rory’s bed with her and read two books and say our prayers. It is such a precious time of day that we get to spend with just her.

Every night we have to read a book called On The Night You Were Born and it is seriously the sweetest book. The other night we were talking to Rory after reading it about the night she was born. It was the most precious moment getting to talk to her about it and her giggling with us.

I told her that it was one of the best moments of my life, if not the best. Yes, I realize Ryder’s birth was amazing too, but there is nothing like the birth of your FIRST child. The only moment that compares to Rory’s birth is the moment when the surgeon came out and told us Ryder made it through surgery wonderfully and then getting to see her for the first time after.

But still, the birth of your first child is the most special moment in your life.

We told her that it was snowing on the night she was born and we all giggled when Andy said, “you were a little snow baby”. Rory thought that was especially funny. I told her how special she was and how cute and little she was. She just loved hearing about it.

And then that got me thinking about how much she has changed in two and a half years.

Rory is such a perfect mix of Andy and I. She is astonishingly smart for her age (which scares me!) and is such a problem solver. She can work puzzles and she seeks out challenges in every day life so she can figure them out. She will withdraw from the world and be completely zoned into whatever she is working on. There is no doubt that she got all of those attributes from Andy.

And then I notice things that are so like her momma. Her adventurous spirit, her imagination, her compassion for others, her ability to laugh at herself and at pretty much any situation, and her quick wit. There is nothing like seeing the very best of yourself carried out better than I could ever be in your child.

My prayer for Rory is that her spirit never be crushed. Not by me and my failures like my short temper and frustration, not by any of her peers or any other teachers or adults connecting in her path throughout life.

I pray that her strong-will never be stifled because I know that one day she will use it to amazing things. I want her to always be the leader that I’m starting to see come out in her.

I love you my sweet Rory girl. You are my most precious gift.

a Wednesday post

Today as I finally got both girls down for nap, I realized something…

when naps come to an end at our house, someone is going to have to seriously talk me off a ledge.

Not that I LIVE for naptime or anything…

but it really helps me hold onto whatever sanity I have left.

I see all these other moms out there and they look like they have it all together and like they enjoy every single second with their kids…

but I’ve come to the conclusion that either

a) they are lying or pretending

b) they are on strong medication

c) they drink a lot

or

d) they are simply better than me.

I would like to think the answer is a, b, or c but it’s probably d.

I’m okay with that though.

Let’s move on.

Yesterday I went to go pick the girls up from school (interruption: also my sanity saver but I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before) and it felt AMAZING outside.

I picked Rory up first and we had an hour or so to kill so rolled the windows down and turned some music up and danced and sang in the car. People probably stared and gawked. That’s okay.

Then we went to the local FroYo (frozen yogurt for those of you don’t speak the cool slang like me) shop and Rory was THRILLED. FroYo is pretty much her most favorite thing ever.

Then we headed over to Goody’s which was a fatal mistake on my part.

You see, when we went in, girlfriend decided to freak out because she wanted to look at purses. Then she freaked out over the necklaces. Then the sunglasses…

must I go on?

So I went to the counter to pay for a bracelet for her and the following conversation happens.

Note: it was pretty much a one-sided conversation.

Cashier: Well, hi! Is this your bracelet?

Rory: Hi! My name is Rory Eve Harris! This is my mommy, her name is Tiffy and she push me down and hit me real hard.

Me: *eyeballs popping out of my head/face bright red/looking for nearest exit*

Sigh.

This kid.

So after I took her to the car and contemplated actually beating the heck out of her (but laughing my head off instead), we met Andy and had a lovely dinner at the local Mexican restaurant. White cheese dip has been missed by our family since moving to Texas in a major way. Don’t worry, we have more than made up for the last two years already.

When we got home, we let the girls play outside. I’m so excited for this cooler weather so we can spend some time outside wearing the girls out playing and having fun with our girls.

Ryder loved being outside too but she HATES shoes and was so mad at us for making her wear them. So she spent the majority of the time trying to get them off. HA!

Doesn’t she look a little mean is this picture?!

Probably because she is a little meanie these days.

Okay. Who can guess what I’m going to do with the remainder of naptime?!

Hint: it isn’t cleaning or cooking and it involves a pillow and blanket.

Happy Wednesday!

this is my life.

When I say that we have been going non-stop for seriously months, I mean it. Every week we are either heading to Nashville or Jackson for doctors’ appointments, or going to Clifton or Jackson to see our parents, or going to Memphis to get a car, or to New Albany to see family…. must I go on? It has literally been NON. STOP.

We have had a blast though. It has been so nice to see family so much and for Rory and Ryder to really get to know our parents and siblings.

On Wednesday we went to my grandparents’ house, which is now the “family farm” and where my Aunt Brenda and Uncle Frank live. They have a bunch of miniature horses, a donkey, and a full-size horse as well. Of course, the kids were in heaven. Both of my girls are MAJOR animal lovers. They don’t care what kind of animal it is, they completely freak out at the sight of any animal. So, of course, they loved the horses, cats and dogs at the farm. Rory keeps asking if she can go see “my Unkie Frank and A Brenda and Bear and Peanut Butter Sandwich” (their dog is Bear and they have a horse named Peanut Butter but she adds the sandwich, ha!).

On Wednesday night we spent time playing outside (while Andy cleaned out my car) and the girls loved it. Our neighborhood is really nice because there are a ton of kids and they are outside all of the time. It reminds me of my neighborhood growing up.

Thursday morning I dropped the kids off at school and headed to Memphis to get a new car. Since getting my car back it had still been acting up and making crazy noises sometimes and we just didn’t want to put anymore money into it. So I went by myself and spent the entire day at the lot. I had planned to call a friend who lives in Memphis now or Andy’s cousins to see if they wanted to do lunch but ended up having to come straight home afterward to pick the kids up from school. I got a GMC Acadia and I’m so in love with it. It is just like a mini-van on the inside but not one on the outside. I realize I’m a total snob about the MV thing, but if I’m having to spend money on something I wanted to like it. I think they are wonderful and practical and I wish I could get over my phobia. Ha!

Today we have just been having a fun day at home. After breakfast and some laundry catch-up, I decided to take the girls for some fun outside at the park. They had the absolute best time, which I was kinda shocked about since Ryder isn’t walking yet. I thought she would be fussy because of the rocks, but turns out they were her favorite part. She wanted to eat them, throw them, eat them, put them in her shirt/pants/etc, and eat them some more. Sigh. I finally got Rory to stop (for the most part) eating things and now Ryder has begun.

The park has so many things to climb on, so Rory was in heaven too. Rory is so sweet because she is always trying to get Ryder to play with her.

Their favorite part was the sandbox though. They aren’t your typical kids who are bothered by sand. They were burying each other, eating it (Ryder), digging, throwing (which I didn’t allow), and having the best time.

I kept hearing some noises from the woods behind the park so I was looking towards it and when I turned back around (like 30 seconds tops) I saw this going down.

Yes, people, that is my child taking a bathroom break in the sandbox.

Apparently she is like a cat and wants to go in a box?

And no, this wasn’t a #1 situation. It was a #2 situation.

I just happened to have my camera on taking pictures of them playing and so as I’m running and shouting “noooooooooo” (in what seemed like slow motion) I snapped the picture.

But alas, I wasn’t quick enough.

A big ol’ turd dropped right down in the sandbox.

Of course, I didn’t bring the diaper bag out of the car and it was a little walk to the car so I’m panicking wondering what the heck I’m going to do with the turd since I have no wipes or diapers.

At this point, Ryder has realized what is going on and starts, very fastly, toward the poop. So then I’m really panicking.

I didn’t know whether to bury it in the sand and grab the girls and run and never come back, or to find something to pick it up with (preferably not my bare hand)…?????

But I found some leaves and managed to get it out in the knick of time.

Moms. Quick to solve problems in a time crunch.

But not quick enough to keep their children from pooping at the park apparently.

I’m so glad we were the only ones there. I’m wondering how I’m going to make friends with kids like mine???

Yes, this is my life.

Don’t pretend you aren’t sitting there reading this being completely jealous.

You know you want to be cleaning turds out of sandboxes too.

Happy Friday!