What’s with all of these nice wishes for Kellie? How did we work out getting her all of the attention this time of year? (At least in 2011, I only have to cover one day for both the anniversary and Mother’s Day.)
Most of the day was spent at home with the kids. Kellie’s mom came over for lunch, and Will had his final swim lesson today. (That post is for another day.) I think Kellie enjoyed the day. She got to relax a fair amount, although the kids seemed a bit punchier than normal. Daniel’s got an ear infection that he is getting over, but the rest of them don’t have an excuse. It isn’t even a full moon.
Nothing epitomizes that punchiness more than what happened at the twins’ naptime. We left them in their beds, and they continued to jabber away for a little while. Well, the jabbering didn’t stop, and eventually, it was time to put an end to their ways. That typically means that, when one of us enters the room, we’ll usually find them in the same bed, with all of the blankets, stuffed animals, and many toys jammed in there as well. Kind of like a peace conference, I guess.
Well, today, I was greeted by a sight I won’t soon forget. The floor was covered with the contents of 3 previously unopened packets of baby wipes, with Daniel standing in the middle of it. Daniel also had in his hands two plastic rods that hold the clothes bag that sits inside the hamper. However, the most hilarious part of the image was Daniel standing there with only his shirt on, naked from the waist down. Turns out Sean had done the same thing, and if you looked closely, you could spot the removed diapers in amongst the wipes.
Who knows how long they had been running around naked in there. I’m not sure this was like any peace conference that have happened in international relations. To top it off, when Kellie came in to take in the scene (I insisted she see it, rather than me relate to it), Daniel picks up one of the wipes and starts using it, saying, “I wipe myself, I wipe myself.” As if that would make the scene that much more normal and expected. Needless to say, Kellie and I busted a gut over it before helping them clean it up. And they did help pick up the wipes.
As I told Kellie when she walked in, Happy Mother’s Day. This one likely won’t be forgotten, much like Sweetie’s illness on Kellie’s birthday last year.
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