Someone's in hot water.

This morning while feeding my son, my three year old daughter deemed it necessary to reach out and grab my boob...lovely. Yes my child got quite the giggle out of it and beamed with joy as she bounced away to tell my husband.

However as she decided that she couldn't wait until after he had finished his shower, and apparently had forgotten what she had gone in there to tell him. Instead she saw paper in the toilet and yes folks, she decided to reach out her hand and push down that silver handle.

Now we live in a teeny tiny house, so I heard my husband loud and clear when he screamed out and though he'll never admit it, he did in fact sound like a girl when he screamed which made my daughter laugh even harder.

A child's laughter is so adorable that it's hard to be mad at them.

Two Bites for me, the rest for you!

This morning after trying for over two hours to get both my three year old daughter and my two month old son happy, I finally got to make myself some breakfast. It wasn't the greatest tasting oatmeal but it was easy to make and steaming hot when it came out of the microwave. After adding a little brown sugar to the bowl, it made my entire kitchen smell divine. For the first time in months I was going to be able to enjoy a warm meal. I was so ecstatic.

Apparently I'm not the only one who thought so. After getting to take two bites of my almost delicious oatmeal, my bladder decided that I needed to take a bathroom break...why is it that your bladder always decides it's full right at the most inconvenient times?!

Upon leaving the bathroom to return to what I assumed would now be semi-warm oatmeal, I returned to find my bowl empty. That's right, you guessed it, my three year old daughter had eaten my breakfast, and what hadn't made it to her mouth was now scattered all over the floor.

The ironic part is that my husband and I have been trying in vain for the last year to get our daughter to sit down and eat everything on her plate.