Poor lil guy... never saw it coming...

So have you guys seen this thing about how the first bite you take of a chocolate Easter rabbit is a clue to your deeper psyche? Like, if you bite the ear you’re aggressive, the leg you’re passive, the neck you’re a vampire. You know, true stuff. Would someone like to tell me what it means when your 3 year old eats the ass end first? Cause I want to know.

Perhaps its time for Macdaddy to stop running around the house yelling, “I can’t wait for Easter so I can put it in your keister!”

P.S. He totally didn’t.

Oh Shit!!!

That's right, ladies and gentlemen!!! Mason unloaded some timber in the porcelain pedestal. Boooyah! I am proud beyond words... and also a little disturbed.

Mason pooped and I started a friggin conga line, folks. But instead of singing "duh-duh duh-duh duh-DOH!" I'm screaming "Poo-poo in the pott-eh!"

I've been waiting 2 1/2 years to hear him yelling "Moooooom Im dooooone!"

Now, if only his arms were long enough to wipe his own hiney-hole.

I keep getting flash backs of "Big Daddy" - "But I wipe my own ass! I wipe my own ass!"

It's fairly hard to wipe someone elses ass... even if you are a pro at cleaning your own. Any tips would be greatly appreciated.

In other news, packing up an entire house while trying to entertain a 2 year old and a 2 month old= what Hitler should have to do in hell.

Cause it sucks. Hard. Like your mom.


Also, if you are looking for a laugh, check out the video The Accidental Olympian posted of her first time tubing. I had to watch it like five times. (Ash- are you proud of me?! Look! I did the "click my words-link thingy! Genius! Thats what I am!)

Happy Thursday!