Cat flavored cheese.

Nothing gives me greater joy than watching my children dive into a heaping plate of cheesy nachos! I mean, really, whats more awesome than sweet mulatto faces covered in processed orange sauce? Maybe the endless "sweet" melody of  gas that would be escaping their bedroom room later that night.  When you have toddlers, you can just expect that there will me many times that they will do things so terrible with food that it would make the creators of "Fear  Factor" cringe, but somethings they do things that make even a seasoned mother feel the urge to regurgitate lunch. Today, I experienced one of those things.
     Our cat, Jasmin, was lurking around the bowl of nacho cheese like she did with every one of the girls snacks. I figured that by now, they knew how to shoo her away and that I would be safe going to take a quick potty break. I was wrong. I re-entered the room to find the black cats face covered with synthetic orange goop, and the two middle children still happily dipping white corn tortilla chips into the bowl. I wretched in my mouth a little and shrugged my shoulders. I mean, what could I do now? They had already enjoyed their cat-flavored cheese and they just looked so happy. Should a mother deprive her children of happiness? No sir! So I sank back onto the couch to do some more home work when the image of Jasmin's orange face popped back into my head. I would at the very least wipe off every ones face when they were finished. Now, back to chapter 3. yummmmmm...

Poop stew..

So last night, killian decided that the toilet (16 inches away) was much to far from our bathtub. The effort it would require to lift her chubby little legs out of the warm water was far to great thus, her only option was to empty her bowels into the tub. While this may have seemed like the logical choice at the time, it proved to be not only illogical, but rather revolting. My three year old, shiloh, came racing into the living room screaming,"Poop mommy! Killy pooped in the bath! EEEEEWWWWWWW."  So, I put down my laptop and ventured into the bathroom to find Killian sobbing and trying desperately to run away from her own floating excrement (turds). "Get it out Mommy!", she hollered. Attempting to contain my laughter and disgust, I scooped the poop out of the bath and flushed it. "Thanks momma!", they shouted, as the merrily sank back down into the poop stew. I shook my head, fought the urge to vomit, and proceeded to finish my homework. "I'll just rinse them really well", I thought to my self. Really, really well.