it’s been a hot minute since some truth bombs were dropped around here and trust me, there are plenty to go round!! mondays always seem like the most appropriate time so snag yourself an extra cup of coffee and know life’s chaotic as ever!

piper came in to say good morning, put her hand right on my boob…
piper: good morning baby sis, i wuv you so much {insert kissies}
me: you are the sweetest big sissy, but that’s actually not sis, that’s my boob, sis is down here.
piper: what! that’s not your boob, your boob should be up here! {pointing to collar bone}
thanks for the self-confidence booster sis…things are a bit more floppy these days.

walking into my ob appointment with all 3 kids…
lila: woah mom, you’re not gonna fit on that table with your big belly!!
me: … thanks girl.

also at the doc…
3 kids at lunch time with the lunch of champions {lunchables}… miller picking up ‘turkey’ off the floor and cramming it into his mouth as fast as he can before i can make it to snag it out of his hands while the doc is basically dry heaving in the corner.
all the while lila is a human mop rolling all over the floor after an hour appointment to which the doc casually directs me to bathe everyone in hand sanitizer with when i get home and disinfect e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
.check.

we’re majorly struggling with telling the truth these days…
lila: mom. the fan just is outta control and it wasn’t me. and i pwomise i tellin the TWUTH.
reason #410 i know you’re not telling the truth…when you say, ‘i promise i’m telling the truth’.

anytime a number is given for a time limit for something… “ok guys, 10 minutes then nap time!”
lila: woah! that’s a biiiiig number!!

we left the house a few weeks ago and 2/3 kids didn’t have shoes on…which, unfortunately, is not an uncommon occurrence.

hanging out with my sister, brother-in-law and zach… we got to laughing so hard that at whatever point, i switched to full on crying. not the laugh-so-hard-you-cry type of thing… actual crying. about what??? no idea. but it just kept coming and i clearly couldn’t make it stop.
H O R M O N E S.
good golly. i’m still giggling at what we had originally started laughing at…but those hormones are no joke, guys.

sass is at an all time high as these 3 going on 4 {or 15} year olds… wrangling that independence back in because y’all…
piper: mom. i liiiiiiterally said no. did you hear me?!
me: uh, yea. i heard you. and if you talk like that again you’re tush is in your room doing ALL THE CHORES.

we had friends over one night and by the time they left, i was too exhausted to clean it all up and chose sleep… the girls woke me up in the morning shouting:
woah. mom. the house is a MESS!! we need to buy a neeeeew house!!
…if only it worked that way…

i tend to throw myself head first into a project in an attempt to deal with my emotions…and after our last doc appointments with the news i wasn’t expecting, our entire house has become one big project.
i asked zach what he thought about rugs in the kids new rooms to ‘pull it all together’…to which he said ‘no, don’t be ridiculous’. so, naturally, i ordered them anyways…they arrived… only to find that they’re actually bigger than the room themselves. guess how he felt when my pregnant tush couldn’t get them rolled up and shipped back before he noticed…. $100 and a lot of hours later…. we will not be having rugs in the kids rooms.

happy monday friends…may your coffee be stronger than your toddlers’ attitudes 🙂