So what's the deal with me and poop?

A couple of nights ago, Garnet, Steven, the kittens and I were sleeping soundly in our bed when Ysa woke up. She nursed, then Steven took her and gave her 'baba milk' and put her back to sleep in her room. I rolled over and was trying to get back to sleep when I smelled the worse cat poop smell. We had taken the litter box out of the room a couple weeks ago because the big cats had been using it, but so far the kittens hadn't had any accidents. Anyway, I look around the room, in the closets, in the bathroom, under the bed--no poop. So I lay down again. Still strong poop smell. I take the bedspread off the bed, no cat poop. But the smell is stronger now. Finally, I find it wrapped up in the top sheet...so so gross. So I have to remove the sheet but it's all yuck in there now so we have to go sleep on the couch.

Then, yesterday the girls and I were out thrifting and Ysa ran around a corner and her shorts and pull up fell down. Ha ha ha, but when I went to pull up her clothes, she had poop in her pull-up. Well, not that big of a deal, it looked contained, I thought I would just browse the fabric really quickly, pay for Garnet's fancy dresses and change Ysa in the car. I picked her up so her pants wouldn't fall down again, and she starts screaming. Every woman in the place was giving me the evil eye for not controlling my child. Then she kicks off her shoes. Garnet picked them up and was carrying her dresses too, and we headed for the check out. We get up there and Garnet is loudly laughing and proclaiming, "Ewwww, Ysa stinks! She has poopy! Yuck!" and I'm like, "Shhh, we paying and going to leave, shhh, shhh," and Garnet's laughing and thinking the situation is hilarious. Garnet hands me Ysa's shoes and I look at them and on the bottom of one is poop. Ysa must have stepped in the poop when her shorts fell down. Well that's disgusting. The smell of poop is so strong now so I look down and realize that the front of my shirt is covered with poop because Ysa's pull-up is really not containing the poop. Even more disgusting. The formerly cheerful clerk who thought my daughters were adorable ten minutes earlier is now looking at me as if I am actually the poop. She probably didn't want to touch my money and who could blame her, I bet she went and scrubbed up after we left. So we leave and I change Ysa in the hatch back of the car, and she's mad and it's hot and all I can smell is poop. I clean off my shirt with baby wipes and shout wipes, because although I always have extra clothes for the kids, I rarely have extra shirts for me. And you know what? we can't even go right home because we have to pick up Steven at the chiropractor. I consider taking off my shirt but really don't want to drive around and wait in a parking lot in my nursing bra. I had promised Garnet a trip to the 2nd Street Bakery and she starts asking about that. I told her no way was I going into any place else. "Whyyyy?" she whines. I asked her if she liked the smell of poop. She said no, and I said, "Well not many other people do either and it would be rude to go into a food store when I smell like poop." Fortunately, she seemed to get it. Steven got her a treat after we got him.

Do these things happen to other people? am I an Idiot Girl? do these things happen to others but they have the good sense not to tell other people?

Kid stories...what else?

Here is another picture of Bella and her pink boots, this time at Lowe's, standing on edge of a fountain.

Ysa had her 2nd birthday party a couple of weeks ago, amazing to think she's already 2! We had a good time, no organized games this time, not even a pinata. But we did have a slip-n-slide and baby pool, so the kids liked that and we had cake and yummy vegan ice cream, and Ysa got cool stuff.

My birthday was a week after Ysa's and Amy brought over awesome vegan pineapple upside down cake and vegan blueberry cream cheese ice cream. Garnet picked out decorations and while she was putting the decorations up, I was putting up my new poster of Justin Timberlake. Garnet said, "This is going to be the best birthday party ever!" and I replied, "Why, because Justin is going to be here?" to which she says, "Mommy! that's just a picture, he's not real but you can pretend he's your friend if you want to...or this poot I just pooted!" I guess she thinks I must be really hard up for friends...