Hamburger, Squats, and Skunks

I had an appointment last week to get a Mirena IUD.  Of course, since I'm the stay at home Mommy of three under the age of four, my brood came with me.  We occupied The Bigs with tape measures and gave them strict instructions to stay up by Mommy's head.  At a moment where a speculum was being used in conjunction with some kind of torture apparatus on my cervix, I couldn't help but wince a bit.  Isaiah grabbed my hand and lovingly stroked it while gently reassuring me, "It's ok Mommy.  It's just a piece of hamburger."

Laughing hurts like a son of a gun during a pelvic procedure.  Just so ya know.

I took the kids to the park yesterday afternoon.  Despite the gorgeous weather of the morning, the afternoon took a blustery turn.  We had literally just arrived and the boys had run to the play set with gusto.  I was still standing by the open minivan door and had just finished getting Thomas strapped into the Ergo when Isaiah came toward me with a look of sheer panic on his face.

"Mommy!!  I need to go poop!!!"

The bathrooms were locked.  I was left with no choice but to teach my oldest how to cop a squat and take a dump outside.  And I managed to accomplish this feet with a baby strapped to my chest and a two year old standing next to me, just dying to know what his big brother was up to.

I tweeted this little gem under the hashtag #MomWin.  I plan to tell this story when I meet his first homecoming date. 

I found the perfect T-shirt for Micah.  Thank you Old Navy.  The fact that it was on clearance for $3 meant that it was really meant to be.

How's your week going?