This morning Taylor came into our bed, too early. She kept saying something stinks. Then she looked at me and said "mommy you have bad breath. Turn your head over there." Kids are so honest. She's lucky I didn't breathe my dragon breath on her.
I got the phone call I've been waiting for, for the last couple of weeks. My family Doctor does not see obstetric patients, but my ob doesn't nornally see his patients till they are about 2o somethings weeks along. That poses a problem. I need to be seen by somebody. I have an appointment set for June with my ob but it took some convincing for him to see me the whole way through. I know he is super busy, but it is nice to not have to switch Doctor's in the middle. Normally it probably wouldn't matter if I saw an ob or not, but because I've had 2 c-sections a 3rd is inevitable. It sucks but what can I do. Nothing. Wow that was a lengthy way to get that out.
I know it has been a week since a poop story. Quinten thought you guys would want another one so he provided that entertainment today. I left the kids with my mom this morning and she thought because he had just pooped he wouldn't poop again anytime soon. So therefore wouldn't need duct tape. Well he did. Luckly I caught him in the early stage of playing so he didn't make as big of a mess. I'll have to post a picture of his super hero belt, as I like to call it. Maybe I should start drawing pictures on it. You never know it could become a new fashion trend.
That's been my day. Chris is off this weekend to a hockey tournament. Hopefully the kids cooperate for me.
On my last post sandra commented about women who eat ice cream have an easier time getting pregnant. I actually heard that too. And we all know how much I love ice cream. I wonder if it really is true. Who knows.