A Day in the Life...

So, today's been rough.  All three babies have diarrhea...which, as you can imagine, is less than ideal.  And by less than ideal, I obviously mean incredibly, horribly, disgustingly, hideously gross.  Let's face it: one kid with diarrhea is terribly nasty.  Multiply that by 3 and, well...you get how my day is going so far.  I keep reminding myself that someday I will look back on this and laugh.  Or, as my dear friend Analyn reminded me, I will at least be able to use this terrible day as ammo to embarrass my children  with later in their lives.  Which, truth be told, is just as good if not better than being able to laugh at it later.  Nevertheless, by about 9:00 this morning, I was already ready to call it a day.  So, I decided I needed something else to focus on -- you know, something besides stinky runny poo seeping into my sheets AGAIN (the third set of the morning), squirmy poo-smeared legs kicking nastiness all over my shirt (also the third of the morning), and bath water running for -- you guessed it -- the THIRD time before 9:00.  What could possibly divert my attention from such loveliness?
If you've read any of my former blog posts, you've probably noticed that I adore my crazy children.  I admit it unabashedly...I think they are the funniest, smartest, cutest things around.  And, fortunately for me, this is MY blog, so I can write whatever I want.  And that allows me an outlet where I can voice my admiration for my little runts.  I wish I could say that they are the result of my amazing parenting, but, truthfully, they just came the way they are.  At any rate, I decided late this morning that rather than focusing on all the "muck and mire" I am literally knee-deep in today, I would instead document a day in the life of my little runt Ovaka.  I adore this kid.  He is so funny in his own little way.  Ovaka is half of my second set of identical twins...he is SO much like his dad, it's scary!  Their looks, their personalities...everything is the same.  Ovaka is a kid who is extremely easy going, but it's extremely difficult to make him laugh.  He's equal parts sweet and sour -- he'll lovingly pat his sisters' heads, and then without provocation he'll slap them in the face.  He's fearless -- if you scold him, he'll turn and scold YOU back -- but his feelings are incredibly fragile, and after he's done trying to hit you or yell at you for yelling at him, he'll burst into unconsollable tears and stick out his lip because you hurt his feelings.  So, in a series of pictures that perfectly depict my funny little guy, here we go:

Morning snuggles with Mom

Wide awake and ready to watch cartoons while Mommy changes and feeds the girlies

Typical Disney Channel-watching posture

Losing interest in cartoons...hm...maybe she won't notice that I'm getting ready to bug the twins if I stand here nonchalantly...

Yep...time to annoy my sisters.

"What?  I'm not doing anything...see?"

After Mom told him to sit down and leave the girls alone: "No, YOU don't tell ME what to do...I tell YOU what to do!"

Pouty face...busted harassing the twins.

Ok, time for a nap.

"I own this bed."

15 minutes later...already up...dang it...

Special Agent Oso



Uh, Mom...?

Not feeling so good

***Brief intermission while we take yet ANOTHER bath due to nasty diarrhea***

Feeling better...must be time to bug my sisters again...

"Let's see what happens when I take this thing out.."

"YIKES!!  Let's put that back in!"

"You don't want it?  Fine, then...it's mine."

"Just keep staring forward...Mom has NO IDEA that I'm pulling my sister's monitor wires off..."

"Mom, please, please, PLEASE make it stop!!  He's BUGGING ME!!!"

Feeling sorry...maybe I'll give her a little kiss...

"What should we do now, Mom?"

I know...Phineas and Ferb!

That Perry the Platypus is HILARIOUS!

Getting bored again...

Hm...what else can I get into?

"I know...let's eat baby wipes!"

Aaaaaaand...I'm spent!

Love you, Ovaka!