The grossest week of my life.

Be warned. It's true. By far the grossest week I've ever had and I given birth to three babies.

Andy was out of town for three days this week so I was flying solo on the parent front. That is a lot of diapers for one person to change and Ivy ate something that did not agree with her Monday night so I spent Tuseday with a vomming baby. Definately not ideal.

Ivy is currently teething and I'm petty sure she is working on those one year molars. As every parent might remember the diapers of a teething baby are funky and frequent. Ivy owns aproxamatly 18 pairs of pants and we went through them all in three days. So for the purpose of coping I gave Ivy a pretty gross nickname in my head. It wasn't intended to be said out loud but just thinking it was cathardic. Anyways, it was Spicy Mustard Butt. Gross right. I mentioned to Andy, when he came home, my method of dealing and he insisted I tell him. He could not stop laughing.

To add icing to the cake one of the babies I watch decided one day that right after lunch was the perfect time to completly chunder. Bless his heart he was playing with a container full of cars and was able to catch most of it in the toy bucket. I told you it was gross.

Needless to say even though this was the grossest week to date this is not a challenge for life to step up it's game. This week can take the cake in my opinion. No toppers here please.

So this is blogging.

Right then.

So Emma, my sister, set up this blog for me because she thinks my life with three kids is royally entertaining. I'm not sure the word I would choose is entertaining but ok she doesn't have kids and I would probably laugh at the crap my kids do if they were not doing it to me and my things.

I must be honest the thought of writing a blog worries me a bit. Will it turn into another thing on my To Do list? Will everyone find out that my grammer is terrible and I cannot spell for crap? What happens when I haven't posted in 2 weeks? So because I have technically voiced these concerns you all now have had advanced warning. I cannot promise I will be consistently posting, spelling correctly, or follow the rules of the english language.

The more I think about it I will admit that my children do have thier moments and so, out of sisterly love, I will atempt to blog about the insanity that is my life with three kids.