We had a WONDERFUL weekend (all caps type of wonderful) and I was looking forward to our quiet evening at home...playing a little Wipeout on the X-Box...Parker and Andrew's newest favorite game to play...eating a delicious dinner of meatloaf, homemade rolls, mashed sweet potatoes, and buttered corn...plans for watching a movie afterwards...and lots and lots of snuggles before we start a new week.
We sat down to dinner and Parker told me how yummy the meatloaf and the rolls were, Andrew was chowing down, Brandon and I were happy to actually sit down for dinner (for once, someone wasn't needing something). All of a sudden....Parker sneezed and two gigantic snot bubbles blew out of his nose...funny, right?! We got the snot wiped up and Parker took a bite of corn...and that's when it hit...his gag reflex kicked in and out came the corn (and some other unidentifiable stuff). Meanwhile, Andrew is still chowing down on some roll and I look over and he's got almost the entire roll in his mouth...and he starts coughing. Upchuck. Yep, that's right, Andrew's super phlemy throat got the best of his appetite and out came Andrew's dinner.
Needless to say, we were all done after that. Into the bath those boys went and this Momma Lysoled (can this be a verb?) every square inch of the kitchen and threw all of our clothes into the washer. And, as Brandon was walking upstairs to the bathtub, he turned around and looked at me...as I was sitting on the floor cleaning up some goo...and we just cracked up. Enough said.
Sometimes as parents, you just have to laugh.
And, don't worry, I don't have ANY photos of the mayhem that went on at our house tonight. I do, however, have a photo of the two cutest, sweetest boys in the universe! They are playing with their new Bat Caves.
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