Fancy This

I'm not trying to brag, but I did seven loads of laundry today.

It's because I have two messy eatin' toddlers:: a bonafide BOY who likes to get dirty and a mischievous girl who likes the same. Oh. And a newborn who likes to spit up on herself and poop up her back at the same time. Lord knows I am hardly doing any of my own laundry. I wear the same yoga pants and Vnecks everyday. Leftover spit up or not. Kraig is a lucky man. I'm fancy.

ps: you know what yoga pants don't hide well? The white residue from all the white trash I've been eating.

Pounds of it. I'm trying really, really hard to lose this baby weight. 

Except, I'm not. 

I'm not really doing much except livin'. Livin' on the edge. Duh. We are living in our pajamas, eating on paper plates and roller skating in the garage. Um, I hate cold weather. And rainy days. So when the kids want to play outside and it's rainy and freezing-- we put on a light jacket, plug the mini-heater in and head to the garage. It's empty clean and organized. There's plenty of room. We pretend it's summer. We do sidewalk chalk and I pull them in circles in the wagon. If I'm lyin' I'm cryin'. You know why I do that? Because I'm fancy.

duh.

Look at this buggy:

No, seriously. Out of control.

It's like Target knows I have a ton of awesome children. While it is the perfect solution to my shopping... It took me fifteen minutes to load everyone, buckle everyone, secure lovies, go back and get my forgotten purse and actually turn this thing towards the elevator. That's right. We get to ride the elevator up. Fancy. I have been having some serious adventures toting three kids around town. I'm not one to stay home because it might be hard. I like a challenge. I go out and live the tales and learn the lessons. The last lesson ended with Jake thrown over my shoulder, flailing, Chamblee screaming that she was hungry, Jbird blue in the face from crying ((0-60 in less than one minute)) and my dear friend yelling "MOM OF THE YEAR AWARD!" at me as I wept on the inside and headed for the door. Good lesson. 

Three kids is so much fun. I'm not saying it's any more fun than one, two or four; but it. is. fun. And crazy, but I like crazy. 

Look at this crazy dog. Propping his feet up like he's somebody. 

He's fancy like that. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff