the three p's

Poop, puke, and pee. In the past four days I have been pooped on, puked on, and peed on. Last night I came home from our girls night to find David on the couch playing Black Ops (black cops as I like to call it) with Jones chillin' on his lap, the house was a complete disaster with his leftover dinner still on the counter, dirty diapers, and the kids' toys all over the floor. I went downstairs to put some pj's on and when I came back up it was time to feed the little guy. So fed him I did and not two minutes later he was puking all over me. Awesome. I even took a shower afterwards there was so much of it.

This morning I went upstairs to get Scout out of his crib, I opened the door and was hit with the repulsive smell of poo. I picked him and quickly discovered it had escaped the confines of his diaper and made its way down his legs, out of his pajama pants, and onto his crib sheet. This diaper had definitely surpassed its shit capacity. The pants were thrown away with the diaper, I'm not one to scrape poop off of a $5 pair of pants. After giving him a wipee bath it was time to give him a real bath, so into the bath he went along with Mila who hadn't had a bath the night before. Shocker. David never gives them baths if he is home alone with them.

I was peed on by Scout on Sunday after I got him out of the bath, he hasn't peed on me since he was a newborn.

Yuck. Boys are gross.