This was on Facebook about 6 months ago, so some of you have already read this.
This morning we had a play date at a park/petting zoo place. Lots of fun. We fed animals, played at the play ground, rode tractor bikes and played in the water. The drive home in our NOT airconditioned van was considerably longer than it should have been because I got terrible lost on my way home.
I tell you all this to explain why when we got home at lunch time we were hot, sweaty and really hungry. Quentin (the wonderful man that he is) had gotten lunch ready for us and turned the AC on to cool us off. So, we stripped the twins down to nothing. (<- and there is the phrase that introduces my doom) We ate lunch, and I got on the Facebook to talk to all of you lovely people. In the middle of this, however, I got the twins down from the table. They happily stood in front of the box fan in the kitchen, so I thought, "they're in the kitchen...it won' t be that big of a deal if one of them pees, that will be easy to clean up...I'll just let them stay naked." Back to Facebook.
Then suddenly I hear Silas cry and I turn to see not one, but two babies with piles of poop behind them! I gasp, "Oh no!" I pick up Silas and carry him to the mound of clean diapers and wipes in the living room. Meanwhile forgetting, that there is a whole other baby in the kitchen with poop surrounding him. Suddenly, Gideon is right beside me and before I can inspect the little dots of poop that he tracked all the way from the other side of the kitchen and across the carpet with his chubby little feet, he makes a terrible face, spits something out and hands me a piece of poop.
In due time, everything got cleaned up...The butts, the feet, the carpet, the kitchen floor, my shirt and shorts, and yes, I brushed Gideons teeth.