Why you should teach your child to wipe their own a$$...

Since my birthday was on Saturday and we were at a wedding, Ian and I went to the grocery store to buy me a cake tonight. Normally, I'd be all fancy and bake a cake from scratch, but I'm tired. So cake from Woodman's it was! It was so cute watching him pick out the cake. He made sure to pick something that was for Mommy. He couldn't decide between the chocolate cake with white frosting and pink flowers or the chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and pink, purple and green sprinkles. We ended up coming home with the chocolate cake.

After we were home, him and Sean went downstairs while I did some work on the computer and Charles rocked Emmett. After a while, Sean came upstairs and sat with us. I kept thinking I was hearing something so I muted the TV a few times. We had the dining room windows open, so it sounded like the little boy down the street playing outside since it was so distant. About 20 minutes after Sean came upstairs, I muted the TV again because I heard this distant sound. I decided to go check on Ian, although he will usually play with his trains downstairs for a long time or he'll get on his computer and go on PBSkids.org. I get to the top of the stairs and realize it's HIM screaming. I hear this tiny, muffled screaming and bolt down the stairs as fast as I can. In my head I'm trying to figure out WHY it's so distant sounding. Then I realize he's in the bathroom with the door closed!

There are few sights as sad as walking into the bathroom to see your child barely holding themselves up on the toilet SOBBING! The first thing he says to me, "I've been crying for HOURS!". If you know Ian, you know he's a tad dramatic. But in reality, poor kid has been sitting on the John for a good 20 minutes waiting for us to wipe his butt! I wiped him, gave him lots of hugs and apologized over and over. Then explained to him that he could have hopped off the toilet and came upstairs! He was so worried about getting wiped correctly that he wouldn't leave the toilet!

We went upstairs and he was telling us about it. I asked him what he was yelling and he said he yelled, "Mommy! Daddy! Sean!" he also said he yelled, "I'm going to miss the cake!". As the story unfolded, it turns out Ian actually told Sean to come upstairs and get one of us. Sean did come upstairs, but he apparently got distracted by something and ended up finding a candle and brought that up to show us, not mentioning anything about his poor brother stranded downstairs!

Lesson learned: Get an intercom system for the downstairs bathroom, or teach Ian to wipe his own ass.

Unrelated, how adorable is this picture of the three boys at the wedding on Saturday?!

Emmett 3 and 4 months old!

Angry Birds AND a Swaddle Blanket?!

If you know our little family, you know Ian and Sean are both obsessed with all things Angry Birds! If you know Emmett, well, he loves being swaddled! Enter, the Angry Birds Swaddle Blanket from SwaddleDesigns!

I'm entering to win this blanket for Emmett over on the blog, One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest. Hopefully we're the lucky winners! We'll find out May 1st!

Running!

If you're wondering why you're not seeing updates on my mileage anymore, it's because I'm now keeping track on an app on my phone :) My first 5k is the Lake Monona 5k on May 5th! I'll be sure to post about it afterwards!

Q & A with Ian and Sean!

At lunch today, I asked the big boys a bunch of questions, inspired by this Pinterest Pin. Some of these are pretty funny!

Q: What does Mommy always say to you?
I: "Stop! I mean, today you said come inside before the store comes."

Q: What makes Mommy happy?
S: "I can't talk anymore because I'm a statue."

Q: What makes Mommy happy?
I: "When I don't bother the baby."

Q: What does Mommy do that makes you laugh?
S: "Maybe you have to ask Ian."

Q: What does Mommy to that makes you laugh?
I: "tickle!"
S: "I tickle myself!"

Q: How old is Mommy?
S: "I think you're this (shows hand). One, two, free, four."

Q: What is Mommy really good at?
I: "Washing diapers." OMG. I'm a big fat loser.

Q: Where is Mommy's favorite place to go?
S: "Maybe Culvers?"

Q: What is Mommy's favorite food?
I: "Coffee"

Q: How do you know that Mommy loves you?
I: "When you hug me."

Q: What is Mommy not very good at doing?
I: "When you're holding the baby, you're not very good at bending down."

Q: What do you and Mommy do together?
S: "Clean up the house."

Q: What was Mommy like when she was a little girl?
I: "You holded Aunt Kristina."
Q: Did I do anything else?
I: "I don't know, I wasn't there."

Funny thoughts from little minds...

I got a call last week that Calvin, Raymond's 12 year old lab, was very sick and probably wouldn't make it through the day. After what we went through with Penny last year, I was dreading explaining this to the boys. We got ready and headed out there. On the way there, I started explaining to them that Calvin was very sick and today he was probably going to go to Doggy Heaven to play with Penny. I told them that in heaven, our bodies aren't sick or broken any more and we can be happy and run around and play all day long.

They both thought about it and seemed to digest it fine. Then Ian told me, "Mommy, if I want to call God, I don't know his phone number." I told him that God doesn't have a phone number, we talk to him through prayer and we can pray anytime we want. He said he knew that but wanted a phone number. Then after a few seconds he said, "I think his number is 0. Since 0 means none and he doesn't have a number." Sure...

Then Ian wanted us to say a prayer about Calvin. I told him he could say one if he wanted, but he wanted me to do it. I asked him what were the things he wanted to pray for. Praying for everything he wanted to include, this is what I said, "Dear God, thank you for the food for our bodies. Calvin is coming up to see you soon. Please when we are driving to Lola's house, help us not hit any dogs or kids. Amen"

Week 7 Distance

Tuesday: 3 miles (34:19)
Wednesday: 1 mile at race pace, intervals- 30 sec on, 60 sec off (x6), 1 mile at race pace