Hump Day

It's not if, it's when...
Received a very sad email yesterday. My friend's husband died in a plane crash. She was so wonderful and welcoming when I joined the Monday Morning Book Club and the Wednesday Playgroup/Babysitting co-op. I'm really struggling with this. Somehow death seems more "fair" when you're 98 - not when you're 31 expecting your fifth child in January. It sounds like the viewing is Friday and the funeral Saturday. My heart aches for her.

Going to my parents...
Due to the above, the kids and I will take off tomorrow for my parents' house. We were planning on going Friday night when my husband got back into town, but now I'll be taking off in the afternoon.

From the Throne of Mother of the Year...
Today, on her own, my precious Toddler got on the toilet. Hollered, "All done Mamma!" I rushed in to see what she'd done. Oh. My. God. The toilet was full of poo and she was scratching her butt. Grabbed her hand and started wiping, brown stuff coming off. Looked at her face, brown stuff there as well. Smelled her hand. It was then I realized that she and her brother had gotten into the chocolate chips. Unlike M&M's, chocolate chips do melt in your hands.