Poop and Tampons

So Leading up to our family vacation in New Mexico we started potty training #2. This is absolutely the worst part of being a parent. I think Mike has recovered from his mild poop phobia but mine continues to grow, here is why... One day after breakfast #2 tells me she has to go potty. Great! I tell her to go upstairs to her own potty(we keep all the kid nastiness in one bathroom). Running upstairs she goes into her bathroom and goes potty..or so I thought. A few minutes later I go up to check on her and what I find I should have taken pictures of because I can't do it justice with my words. There was poop everywhere.. She had diarrhea all over everything. In the potty, on the potty, on the walls, on the cabinets, the tub, the stool, everything had poop on it. She shows me her hands which are covered in poop and says, "Look mom." All I could say was DON'T MOVE! It was sick and made me sick. Currently I am recovering from mild viral meningitis. This poop episode is probably the cause.

A few days later I took the girls to the fabulous WALMART which I really just hate, but somethings are just cheaper. I went to get the girls new car seats because they were growing out of their current ones. I finally invested in the deluxe baby seats which look way more comfy then my seat. Not able to fit 2 GIANT seats in the basket I had to put #2 in the child carrier and #1 had to walk. One seat was in the basket and the other in the double child extender part of the basket. Since #2 was in the actual child seat of the basket she was wedged between the two seats and out of my view. After checking out I gave her the one bag of stuff to hold. Rushing to grab #1's hand I turn around to find #2 with an open box of tampons and one up the nose. I stopped her just before she could plug both sides with tampons. Oh yes this did happen at the entrance of the store. I am pretty sure that the girls could not bring anymore excitement to our lives.



Job 8:21
He will yet fill your mouth with laughter, and your lips with shouting.