Yesterday, I learned an important lesson. Don’t joke about poop when you have a house full of toddlers. I know most of you only read the blog to see the pictures but if you do read the text, you might have seen my reference to Caddyshack a few days ago. I said something like “at least I didn’t have to yell “doody.”
That’s right last night we had our first floater and it wasn’t a candy bar. I arrived home, delighted to hear our nanny had the boys in the bath, only to be greeted with a deuce Hudson dropped in the tub while he and Nathan were still in there. Our awesome nanny assisted and kept the gagging to a minimum. I did alright until Hudson tried grabbing it himself and then broke down in tears when I yelled “No, doody, doody!” (I’m not sure he appreciates Caddyshack yet) A few days prior, Cooper left a prize for me on the floor while he was refusing to get cleaned up. So I think it’s now safe to say that the “sh*t has really hit the floor around here.”
Now that I think of it, maybe you don’t read the text because I regularly talk about my children’s waste products. Too bad, they are triplet boys, they come with equal parts cute and gross.
Since I’m imagining that what I reference in the blog will come to fruition, have any of you seen a movie where the children behave calmly while eating perfectly balanced meals? I’d like to joke about that in my next post.