Me Oh My...

I don't even know how to start this post...

So much has been going on..i mean SO much, it's silly really that I have not posted anything about it. Not that anyone in the world cares about my random internet rants on my home and family life, but on a personal level, I feel like so many things should be documented.

I stare at recent pictures, and long to write down the explanations behind them, the memories that came with them, the stories behind the laughter or the look..whether anybody reads this blog or not, for my own personal well-being I really do appreciate documenting my life experiences.

Ellie has a strange fetish-one I am not proud of nor do I endorse, by any stretch of the imagination. Ellie really just likes to play with poop.

There. I said it. Poop.

We have cleaned up...NUMEROUS amount of potty, and not just in the diaper. Oh no friends. Potty that has been taken OUT of the diaper, that she continually wants off, spread on her face like Indian war paint, on the walls like finger paint and all over the crib like a new bedspread.

Where did this come from!?!??!!? And how do I fix it?

I mean honestly it happens almost once a week. I guess sometimes it is my fault because I forget to put the onesie on, WITH the pants. She takes her pants off in bed at all hours and just...

plays with it.

This was her shortly after an "incident" the other day. My little poop fairy. Happy as can be. In her own little world, unaware of the damage that has been done both physically, and emotionally -to her mother.

Is it strange that I took pictures of this situation? Sure. I'll admit it. But c'mon! When it happens as often as it does over here, something needs to be remembered. There are a plethera of photos that are just not internet worthy-for my eyes only, and I won't even get into the mess that was made..let's just say, you are glad you're not a part of it.

This was her dads solution to the problem. He not only thought he was hilarious, but really honestly thought maybe, just MAYBE if he pulled them up high enough and tucked her shirt in, it would fix it.

Don't you love a man's solution? So simple.

Any advice dear friends? It's mind boggling really, how one sweet, beautiful, down-to-earth, fun loving, innocent little thing could cause so much damage. She is such a little spit fire..

I'm told she gets it from her mommy.

On another note-here are some really ugly pictures of all of us at the park the other day. I promise, we get ready (but only sometimes) and actually do our hair, occasionally put on make up, wear normal clothes...

but not on this day, which is sort of why it's amazing.

Ellie loves her princess Belle. Notice her holding it in several of the pictures. She wraps her up in a blankie several times a day and gives her a pat on the back and says "ooohhhhhh beebee" in the cutest face you have ever laid eyes on. She squints her twinkly little blueberry eyes and puckers her lips and pats that baby like no one's business. We're all up in arms around here over her. She definitely keeps things exciting.

We spent a night at the ER over the weekend because Ellie dislocated her arm. Yep. My fault. Worst mom ever. I picked her up by her wrist while we were shopping in Home Goods and heard a big pop...

her arm was a dead fish after that.

Of course, I was bawling. Like someone had died I was bawling. Abusive mom, check.

We took her in and the doctor had to pop it back in place...murder me sideways. I was beside myself.

ELLIE on the other hand, was ripe and ready to go! Giggles and smiles and dora stickers she refused to sleep without that night, climbing on the playhouse in the office on the way out, waving to the nurses and saying "Hi! me hurt" while point to her elbow where the arm popped out.

my life. this is it. it's real. It's mine.

I take full ownership.

And she...

Well she just makes it all worth while.