Being a mom is quite an adventure. Mom’s around the world can all relate to those days when we look at our children and say “PLEASE, JUST STOP MOVING!” ha ha ha…

Today was a Ziva day.  She was at Mimi’s house yesterday, which, often means copious amounts (and I mean COPIOUS amounts) of blueberries and other fruits.  So, after struggling through morning sickness while changing her first nasty diaper this morning I had to spirit her off the changing table and let her run around in her diaper while I had another session with my face in the toilet.  It’s exhausting throwing up, so I figured the kids would be OK running around in just thier diapers/undies for a little while so I could “re group” and hopefully get some more food down my throat in the hopes that something would stay.  I set myself up on the couch to relax (we’ve had a busy week, so I’m sore all over too) and shortly there after Vienna comes RUNNING down the hall screaming “MAMA…ZIVA’S GOT POOPIE IN HER BUTT CRACK!!!!” What!?!?!  I get up expecting to see a flow of “blueberry revenge” up Ziva’s back, which is often what happens after she consumes her body weight in the “they’re so good for you” fruit.  Noooooo such luck!  As I reach my bedroom (where the changing table is) I see Ziva… 10 wipes strewn about her, rear end COVERED in black blueberry crusties… COVERED! and not a diaper in sight!  I get her cleaned up, get a diaper on, get some pants and a shirt on (in the hopes she can’t get those off as easily as her diaper) and start the hunt for the diaper.  I hunt, and hunt, and hunt… worried that my nose is going to find it before my eyes do and that it’s going to start another round of toilet facing!  After an HOUR I gave up… but when the girls and I started some Mac & Cheese lunch for the girls I found that she’d left her diaper, complete with ginormous “gift” neatly deposited in the trashcan   ahhh… Thank the Good Lord that she’s got some of her father’s “tidy” tenancies!

This isn’t the first time Ziva’s tried to take care of her diaper herself. Lately I’ve been finding her about once a week.  She climbs up on the changing table and takes her diaper off and starts wiping… this is just the first time she’s done it with a “messy” diaper.  Thankfully with Vienna’s example she’s potty training quite well right now… so hopefully before baby #3 arrives I can have her in panties during the day… oh, wouldn’t that be something!!!

But, the day moves on.  I get my tummy calmed down and decide to Facebook the above event of the day.  But since the computer makes me a bit sea sick at times I decided to walk away and take a potty break myself.  I guess leaving these kids alone in a room for too long is not so very safe!!!

My girls and I like to cook together, and today they both helped me make Mac & Cheese.  Usually Ziva is relegated to just watching because I don’t always trust her to not burn herself (she’s VERY good at grabbing at hot stuff) but today I thought I’d let her give stirring (with a VERY long wooden spoon) a try. She did a great job.  Well, while I was back in the bathroom she apparently got a hankering for some of her favorite food… eggs… She got in the fridge, opened the egg carton and started making herself an omelet… SANS BOWL, SANS PAN.  I’m happy to report that the eggs have been cleaned up, the stove is nice and sparkly and there’s only about 15 minutes until nap time!!!

I shall survive this day