Today has been one of those busy busy days when you realize its 3:30 and your still in your snowman pants a tshirt. I should start by thanking God that nobody came to the door today. I would have been forced to put my hands over the kids mouths and hide.
It was about 1 am last night when I went to bed. I had a feeling it was just gonna be one of those nights. As I lay in bed praying to God for a good night, I think I hear Dylan. I need to add that when Dylan gets up were up for hours. As I lay there hoping that wasn't him. I hear the same squeak again, now I'm praying for it to be mice that have invaded our house by the hundreds rather then it be Dylan waking.......He went back to sleep....PRAISE GOD!!! I snuggle back in to my nice warm blanket and drift asleep. 2 am and Ava is grunting and growling then screaming or was it Ryan? Yep Ryan's up, he's getting another tooth so he's ticked. Give him a bottle and back to bed. Perfect he went right in, no problems just right back to snoring. Whew, I thought he would be up for awhile. Back to sleep. 3:30 and Ava's up and giggling. Oh no, Give her a bottle extra warm hoping it will knock her out....no such luck. She's up bright eyed and bushy tailed. At this point I am so tired I don't want to deal with getting up and trying to get her back to bed. So I did a big no no and laid her in our bed. Greg's back was to her. So I faced my back toward her too and we all fell right to sleep. 4:30 and I'm karate chopping Greg's alarm clock to the point of no return and it still won't shut off. I give Greg a good chop and he's up and puts on lil pinky finger on it and it stops....WHAT THE HECK, I just beat that thing for 5 mins trying to cover the speakers and he just touches it....no fair. It's ok though because Ava is still asleep. Greg gets up and gets ready for work, because there is no way in you know where he's hitting that snooze button and doing this all over again. He come in to say goodbye I ask him if he'll put Ava back in her crib, so she won't roll out. He performs a few "tests" to see if she's really asleep. Perfect she is. He sneaks into the triplets room puts her in bed walks out closes the door, which decided to squeak the entire way closed this time, takes a deep breath and hopes they stay asleep. No such luck ALL of them wake up, all our hungry. We both feed babies, Ryan goes back to the crib, Dylan to the swing, and Ava to the bouncer seat where she's laughing hysterically at the puppy on top. I grab a pillow and a blanket and head for the couch. Ava's strapped in so I'm out.
I wish I could say that was it but really this is where it all begins.
Ava starts screaming because she has a poopy diaper. I get off the couch in a not so nascar evasive move, land on my knee and hip. I think my leg was caught in the blanket, but at this point I could have tripped over my own feet and not known it. The thud of me falling woke Dylan great huh? I change Ava, set her diaper beside me for a min because Dylan decided to poop too. Change Dylan go to pick up Ava's diaper and its gone.....here's where the panic set in. Where the hell is the diaper. I do a quick look around the room with the only light coming from the TV, I don't see it. Now I'm wondering (because I'm so tired) Did I even change Ava or was it a dream. I flip the light on and see something horrible......
CODE BROWN-CODE BROWN
Ava had pulled the diaper and had her hands all in her poop. I almost throw up it's everywhere on her, in between fingers and all. Needless to say bath time. I get her all cleaned up and go back into the living room where Dylan is screaming in the swing. I put Ava in bouncer and go get Dylan outta the swing....are you kidding me......another
CODE BROWN!
Dirty diaper with a baby sitting in a swing means poop out both side of the diaper and out the top. Gross. At this point it's like 6:30 and 2 babies have already ate and had baths. I just kept thinking I wonder what the rest of the day will be like.
Actually not bad, just busy busy. The phone has rang all morning the babies have been bottomless pits and Delaney has been remarkably good. Ava awakes from her nap I get her a bottle and start to feed her thinking for everything this morning they have been pretty stinkin good. I look over at my lil trouble maker Dylan and he's just chewing on his orange teething ring. Then he turns facing away from me, I do a double check just to make sure still chewing on the orange teething ring....wait that's not a teething ring. Ava's right in the middle of eating so Delaney goes over to see what he's got an orange crayon. Thanks to Delaney. She takes it from him and looks in his mouth no crayon in there, were ok. She gives me the crayon no chunks outta it were good. I finish feeding Ava and take the bottle to the kitchen when from the living room Delaney's yelling...
CODE ORANGE!
What the hell is a code orange....Do I even want to know. I go in and the crayon must have been a bit mushy and smeared across his face. My little Dylan is now an Uumpa Loompa ( I sure hope that's spelled right) He gets cleaned up, no big deal. He'll probably have orange poop later.
Well in other news, Ryan has an appt with a Neurosurgeon at Rainbow Babies on Nov 10th. When I called to make the appt, they asked if I could bring the other 2 so the Dr can compare....Compare what I don't know he's the only one with the problem and the only one who has had a CT Scan. I told her I would bring them as long as I could have an afternoon appt so that I wouldn't be racing to get 3 kids up there by myself. She said sure hows 11? 11 are you kidding me. OK not a problem knowing in the back of my head I will to start getting ready by 6 because I have no clue where this place is and I will get lost a few times on the way there. Hopefully I can talk Greg into taking a vacation day and go with me. Lord knows I don't know if there will be a vacation next yr or not, depends on the kiddos.
I will post more later or tomorrow Greg just got home and I don't want him to see me in my jammies still. Gotta run, Pray the day stays calm and they all sleep tonight!
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