I have been missing.  I know there are a couple who have missed me:)  Julie.....  okay maybe one.

I am trying to get back.  I need to get back.  I need this outlet. 

I have so much that I want and need to write about and I am going to get back.

I promise.

JP did fix my laptop.  That helps!

I am constantly amazed at how different boys and girls are from nearly birth.   I have seen my little boys turn anything into a gun from the time they could walk.  They like blocks, trains, dinosaurs, and dirt.  Our little girls liked dolls, beads, fluffy animals, and dirt.  It is something born in them.

The other night after AWANA, we decided to grab two $5 pizzas from Little Ceasars.  I love pizza.  I have often been overheard saying, "I've never met a pizza that I didn't like."  It is my favorite food, and it is my weakness.  I will eat cheap pizza, expensive pizza, frozen pizza, thin pizza, thick pizza, stuffed pizza, loaded pizza, cheese pizza.... You get the picture.

We ate our pizza and put the kids to bed.  When we sat down to watch TV, JP had some more pizza.  I assumed that the pizza was all gone, and I went to bed. 

The next morning, I started to clean up the pizza mess and I noticed that there were four pieces left in the top box.  I lamented loudly at the waste of 4 perfectly good pieces of pizza!  Why did they have to die a cruel, useless death?  JP walked in to survery the situation.

"Those are perfectly fine.  We ate Pizza Pit the next morning all the time in college.  We are all fine."

"Um, didn't I just tell you Bert's wife died this week from food poisoning from pizza?"  *true story*

"This pizza is fine!"

"Well you won't catch ME or the kids eating it!  If you want to kill yourself with warm, left over pizza for breakfast, GO AHEAD."

He grabs two pieces and heads down to his office.  I go about working in the house.  #1 goes by giggling.  He is eating one of the death slices!  Seriously.  He says it tastes JUST fine.  I rolled my eyes and went about my business. 

Not five minutes later, I hear the bar stools in the kitchen moving around.  I hear the creak of the pizza box, and our come #4 with a big grin on his face and the last piece of pizza in his mouth.

Boys are gross.

DISCLAIMER: If the word poop or anything similar offends you.  I would suggest you turn around and run.  This post is not for you.  If not, consider yourself warned.

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I am having an interesting day.  I am having a much better day today.   It is amazing how a full night's sleep can perk up a person.  I actually slept last night!  It has been so long, I don't know what to do with myself.

It does seem the recurring theme for the day is poop.  It is only 10:58 in the morning and as they say on Sesame Stree, "POOP" is the word of the day.

I woke up bright eyed at 6:15 this morning.  I was actually rested, so I decided I could get up instead of waste my morning.  I went for a morning run, which was DELIGHTFUL!  I l have missed it so much!

When I returned home I picked up the little dog and continued on a walk down the street.  A few minutes later Gizmo started pulling hard at her leash behind me.  Poop was literally falling out of her as she walked!  I didn't know that was possible!  So, being the great dog owner I am, I stopped right there in the middle of the road because she was finishing her business.  Being a great dog owner again, I had nothing to pick it up with, and it was run over before I got back.  Did you know that dog poo actually does steam on a cold street?  REALLY!  It does!  I was shocked.  I thought steaming dog poo only happened in the movies! 

You learn something new everyday!  i am going to tell my kids and count it as science class today.

I came home and started my day.  When I got out of the shower, I hear howling from the family room.  POOP!!!!   Yes, the little steaming poo dog just pooped in the house.  How does a little dog have that much in her?  Please tell me!  So I dealt with that.

Not ten minutes later my sweet #3 comes in with an announcement.  "I finally got the big bad poop out of me.  It is a good thing.  I have been saving it for a long time!"  She then gleefully skipped away.

AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

We have a homeschool group activity in a couple hours.  I promised the girls if they didn't get the playroom cleaned back up that they would be staying home.  I heard some running water and noise coming from the bathroom.  I walk in with a warning, "I am not kidding if you girls aren't done..."  It wasn't them. JP was in the bathroom plunging madly.  The water was running and he was frantically fighting with some unknown offender in the pipes.  It seems to be a product of several people's business this morning. 

JP vs. THE CLOG. I don't think he was winning either.

In the midst of the plunging, #1 runs in holding his nose.  "JoJo is stinky!  REALLY BAD!"  So I tracked him down.  He proceeds to the scene of the plunging and lays down on the rug.  What a mess.  All I can say about him is that we have NO worries about him having an efficient digestive system. 

I decided I had enough of the poop, and I should finish getting ready to go.  I head to tthe bathroom to do put on my makeup.  When I round the corner, I see our four year old darling perched precariously on the toilet. Their rears are never big enough, and they somehow hang in the balance.  They usually prop themselves up with their arms, but not her.  She needed hers free.

She was reading a book.

If I knew how to embed that song into my post, I would.  Yesterday was #2's birthday.  I plan on posting about that later.  I also need to post about Easter at some point too! 

Yesterday had  rough start.  Mom overslept which made the morning chaotic.  The speech therapist comes on Tuesday and the house wasn't anywhere close to ready for visitors.  In the midst of the chaos we finally opened the bird whistles Grandma Far Far Away sent for Easter.  #2 decided to run in to tweet for our real birdie named  Eric.  Eric was dead.

You can only imagine how the rest of the morning went.   I knew that I wanted to do special things yesterday so we decided we would start by going to see Horton Hears a Who.  We don't like going to the regular movie because of the cost, but it was a birthday you know!  #4 was awful at the movies, and I spent much of the time wondering what in the world I was thinking.  The kids still enjoyed the treat, so it was worth it despite the frustration.

When we came home #4 was asleep, so we all went outside to play! (he came out later) The kids had all gotten kites in their Easter Baskets.  I will admit that while considering the fact that they each cost $1, I was worried that they wouldn't fly, but I was I wrong.  Before I got outside #3 had hers in the air! 

It was a truly blustery day, and so the kites were quite unpredictable.  We did lose one kite permanently in our large tree out back.  I hope the birds and squirrels like Batman.  My Little Pony met its tragic death when a large gaping hole appeared right though Taffy.   Dora was the the only survivor. 

I had forgotten how much fun you can have flying a kite!  I loved every ooh and aah from my children's mouths.  I loved the fact that the six of us were all running around our back yards giggling like children.  I know I don't giggle with my children enough.  I know that I don't see the world through their eyes often enough either. 

So much of the time, I am so wrapped up in doing my job as a mom, I forget to be a mom.  Sure my house is  more of a distaster today than it was yesterday and my to do list is longer.  We didn't get any school work done, and we are another day behind.  In so many ways we have so much more to do today, but I had more fun with my kids instead.  It was all worth it.

Please tell me.  I really need it back.