Keeping track

Who wants to take a guess at how hard it is to get desitin out of newly steam cleaned carpets. huh ? wanna guess ? wanna ? huh ?
It's gonna take more than elbow grease....because I TRIED and couldn't get it up.
damn dong diggity dang.

To say that these two keep me on my toes is an understatement. and although you didn't believe me with the natural disaster post and then that other one, because there is NO WAY that 2 little babies could do that much damage....I've decided to take photographical proof from now on. Because not only can I then say HAH ! I TOLD YOU SO ! I can also keep track of all of this shit so that one day I can simply hand over the books that I print from this blog for them to give directly to their psychiatrists and parole officers, which will then completely remove me as ANY reason for their being there. so HAH ! HAH HAH HAH (cough, cough, cough) I suppose my getting all cocky and stuff isn't the best way to go about this either.

After this incident above Nathan acted like his crazy self but then wanted a nap and laid right down to take it and then woke up and was crazy and happy and all run out in the streety and then cried and wanted to be held and I guess you know where this is going right ? He refused dinner...curled up in my lap and then proceeded to puke on me, him, my other newly steam cleaned floors and all the way down the hall to the bathroom.
On another note...I'm gettin GOOOOD at this whole puke thing. First I overcame a fear of spiders and NOW I can clean up my childrens puke without getting all watery eye'd and gaggy myself. OH ! AND I can clean up melty dog poop now too. (queue congratulatory music)
I was able to take off his clothes....rinse him, my arms and all of the puke out of the tub....then I cleaned out the filter in the tub which was full of puke. AND BECAUSE YOU NEVER BELIEVE ME....HERE'S A PICTURE TO PROVE IT !!!
ha ha ha
Not so much.
He then was his happy happy self and J said she was running to the store for nighttime diapers....both babies bawled and cried and so she took them with her.
She came home...Nate man was naked....apparently while loading the groceries in the car he hurled all over himself and THANK GAWD the parking lot.
We've since changed his jammies and his bedding now once and he's been dry heaving since...but so far nothings coming up.
Poor little man.
Not so poor that if you play in dog poop or flood my house or spit milk all over tomorrow that I won't still put on my angry eyes and call you a little shit. :)
Hope you get feeling better real soon buddy.

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