Meanwhile, Back At The Ranch

This morning I have spent more time in the bathroom than with my kids. Don't really want to go into it right now, but let's just say it involved a lot of toilet paper (thank god I bought a twelve pack yesterday) and a little burning. Think you can kinda figure it out from there.

While I was holding court in the bathroom, Bailey tried his best to fill the Mommy void. Overheard, "It's ok, Sophie. She just poop again." When I could actually free myself from the magnetic pull the toilet had over me, some new development had occured in my absence.

"Bailey watch DVDV." and I heard him turn on the TV, open the DVD player, insert the disc and press start. When did he learn how to do that? I came back to a living room floor scattered with Barney DVDs, Thomas DVDs, Sesame Street DVDs and the DVD of Bailey's class performance playing.

After cleaning up the DVDs, getting some juice and successfully washing two plates it was back into the bathroom for me. Sophie was getting mad, the wailing escalated and I still couldn't move. Finished up as quickly as possible, and Sophie was giving me that look (see picture) that said, "Aren't you supposed to be mommying us? Just where have you been?"

Milk and a little quality time with Mommy and she was good to go. And, good thing too, because I had to go. I knew it was getting close to naptime and Bailey was rubbing his eyes, but some things just can't wait.

"I get blankey," I heard him call (he stopped coming to visit after the third or fourth time) and I came back to Bailey preparing to nap. If my bowels will cooperate, I think I will join him.