We made it home in time for naps, and we thought we might have a little bit of a relaxing afternoon. Funny. We stripped the kids down to check for tics and thought we would let them run around for a minute. Well, Zachary thought that would be an opportune time to poo all over the place, our bedroom, his bedroom, and the landing. This wasn't your garden variety poop either, this was the really nice runny, slippery poop. Needless to say, one trip to walmart, two bottles of carpet cleaner, and a ton of elbow grease later, we still have poopy carpets, the kids didn't get their naps, we are exhausted, Andra is so sick she has gone through an entire box of Kleenex this afternoon...but, alas, it is bedtime and we will have the chance to do it all again tomorrow.
In spite of all of this, we had an awesome Father's day. My boys are incredible, my wife even more so. I wouldn't trade this chaotic, poopy carpeted life for anything.
Here are a few pics of our day, sans poop:
Not so sure about this whole hiking thing.
