Well here is my life summed up in one picture! The sassy dark haired beauty on the left is my daughter Avaya and the one grinning on the right is my son Dayton. They are definitely going through a terroristic toddler stage right now. This picture is actually from a little while ago but it seems to be shareable. That day we had all arrived home from a ten hour overnight drive back from North Dakota (a bad start to any day). Dad was taking a nap upstairs while I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off frantic because we were late (this is a very normal occurrence). We were headed to a work Christmas party and running an hour late. I had the kids bathed and dressed so I ran out to start the car so we wouldn’t freeze to death on our way to the party. After frantically starting the car I ran back inside to brush my teeth. I shoved my hair in the regular ponytail I went to wake up Dad. As he was falling back asleep I ran back downstairs to get the kids shoes and coats on. I came to a screeching halt as I arrived to find this. I let out a strangled scream as I looked at the hot dogs, eggs, yogurt and orange peels covering my freshly dressed children. I heaved out a big sigh and got them stripped down to diapers before hauling them upstairs towards the bathroom. By the time I reached the bathroom Avaya was crying because she got in trouble and Dayton was crying because it seemed to be the thing to do. I’m pretty sure he didn’t realize he was in trouble. I filled up the bath popped off the diapers and quickly put the kids in. All of sudden I got a distinct whiff of bowel movement. “Who pooped?”, I asked. “Me did!”, Vay quickly replied. I looked to the diaper next to me and sure enough. So I drained the tub washed it and her bottom. Then I refilled the tub washed my children and got them redressed. By that time I didn’t have the mind capacity to find more cute outfits so they ended in some random clothes that were probably best seen at home. The eggs were still waiting for me and were starting to dry on to the tile. I got to work with a plastic spatula and soapy water. This was not a quick process. When this was done I went to wake up dad again though not as nicely this time, and started hauling children out to the car. Through all of this I am running panting and frantically screaming in my head. We are late!! We did make it to the party but we missed the entire two hours of the trampoline park and only made it there for pizza. I guess this is just how we roll. In the end it worked out fine. We kinda made it to the party I had a good laugh (later) and we all ended up having a nice time as a family. I have to say though I’m glad my kids are so cute!