what else......

One of these days, someone that is really desperate for money, will install a hidden camera in my household and watch the circus act that seems to routinely happen......it could probably make some sort of tv show.

This afternoon, since it was absolutely gorgeous outside, I got this bright idea that I was going to take the kids for a walk right around their nap time...you know help get them to sleep so I could carry them in to their cozy little beds when we returned and then I would have some time to myself to get caught up...well Kamryn fell into my trap but Graham, not so much...he was wide eyed and bushy tailed the whole time.  I told him that he needed to try to take a nap so I put him in his room, shut the door, and the door to his closet....so I thought.  Kamryn and I chilled on the couch for an hour and I figured Graham would eventually sleep...when I went in there to check on him, he was sitting behind his bedroom door, (so I had to work to open the door) wearing his new "monkey boots/rain boots" with the closet door wide open and things piled everywhere....the room REEKED (how do you spell that word?).  While I was changing his pants, Kamryn was patiently awaiting her turn.  I finished with Graham and started changing Kamryn's wet diaper, when Graham says, "I gotta go potty mommy!  I go sit on the big boy potty, right"  So I'm like, ok be patient!  and am also thinking...holy balls when is the confetti going to fall from the ceiling b/c I have been waiting for him to have the motivation to do this!  I get Kamryn finished and take Graham to the bathroom.  He strips down completely...I'm like whatever trips your trigger there kiddo!  He sits on his potty, then stands up next to his potty, takes the foam ring off the potty, starts straddling the potty, puts the foam ring back on the potty, sits down, stands up...hear's Mickey Mouse on the fricken tv and says, I'm done!  He didn't do squat!  We get him dressed again and he decides he wants to go outside.  Meanwhile, Kamryn is happy as a lark in the living room, sitting up like a big girl, playing with her toys..........I get Graham outside and have the screen door open so that I can see and hear him....I get Kamryn a bottle ready b/c she is about to knaw off  her arm...I go to pick her up in her cute little Iowa Hawkeye dress and her tights...her back was wet.  REALLY?!!  I take her to the room, take off her tights, and she had a surprise for me...all up her back...by the time I got her dress off, she had pooh on her arms, up to her shoulder blades, she had put her foot in the diaper,........for the love!  As I start to clean her up, I remembered I had Graham outside........I hurried to the kitchen door to check on him and he was playing fine outside...visiting with our neighbor...I run back to the bedroom- get Kamryn out of her diaper and decide that she needs a bath.  I let her sit on her changing pad (which was on the floor) and I went across the hall to start her bath and get it ready...and I walk back into the room...at first glance, I was like 'what the heck?!' she wasn't on her changing pad....I got into the room and see that she had potentially leaned a little to far forward and rolled onto her belly and some how scooted over to her dresser and found a tag on the floor...there she was...chillin' on her belly, chewin on the tag, and there she was in a puddle on the carpet!!!!!!  She whizzed all over the floor!  UNBELIEVEABLE!  I got a towel, cleaned that mess up, checked on Graham, life was good, got Kamryn in the tub and cleaned her up, then finally I fed her a bottle......somewhere in this mess I had forgotten about the damn chicken breast that I thrown on the George Foreman for a cassarole I was gonna make for supper b/c I am such a Betty Crocker...I put Kamryn in the high chair and decided she could practice holding her own bottle while I diced up the boob on the grill!  thank God I didn't burn the dag gum thing...I finally got the cassarole finished and in the oven so I could eat with the fam before heading to basketball practice.  Graham came inside...Gabe came home shortly after that...we ate and I headed out the door to the garage only to miss a step and pert near fell on Gertie the Grand Am but caught myself!  At that point, I had to laugh so I poked my head in the door and said (just like Graham would) "I'm OK!"  
I came home from practice and Graham and I were having a conversation and he goes, "what happened in the garage mommy?"
I said, I slipped on the step.
He started laughing his 2 year old butt off and then sweetly said, "I'm sorry."
That little stinker!
I don't know...ya'll probably had to be here to see the humor in this but it was literally one thing right after another....and the journey continues!