Who Needs Birth Control . . .

With four kids every two years, people have started asking me when we are going to have another. Especially since we have passed that every two year mark. My standard answer is, "We are good for now, John and Sarah are a handful." These last couple of weeks saying John and Sarah are a handful is an understatement. Taking care of them all day everyday is the best birth control we could ever have!

Here are a few of our adventures from the last 48 hours:

Any guesses as to what Sarah has all over her face?

We went for a walk yesterday and on the way back home Sarah was fussy and wanted me to carry her. I looked down at her and discovered mud all over her face, in her mouth, down her shirt and on her hands. I guess someone needs to tell her that you aren't supposed to eat dirt!

Then tonight after dinner I asked Sarah to pick up the Mac & Cheese she dropped all over the floor. (Paul is out of town again, so we are eating kid friendly food). While I was cleaning John's face and hands she escaped from her duties. I went over to guide her back to her mess on the floor and noticed she indeed had cleaned up a few noodles.

They just weren't in the bowl I had left her.

Bedtime is probably my least favorite time of day. I'm tired, the kids are tired and well, need I say more? John & Sarah are usually put to bed before Elizabeth and Rachel so the older girls can get their reading homework done in a quiet house. John and Sarah don't always go right to bed, they may play for a little bit, but they eventually drift off to dream land.

After I tucked Elizabeth and Rachel in bed I went to check on the two little ones. Their room was awfully quiet so I figured they were both asleep. John was far from being asleep. Any guesses about the white stuff all over John's bedding?

I found John sitting in his bed playing with a tube of Balmex. The tube squashed and white stuff all over his hands, shirt, pillow, animals, carpet, sheets, blankets and even his face. On his bed was also an empty baby wipe tub, but I couldn't seem to locate the wipes. All I could do was let out a large gasp! I'm pretty amazed that I didn't let the wicked witch of the East come flying in. The gasp was very effective, John immediately knew he was in trouble and began to cry. I banished him to the bathroom while I stripped his bed. As I did I found the missing baby wipes. They had been taken out one by one and so carefully tucked between the wall and his bed. Amazingly Sarah slept through the whole thing. She just lay in her bed sound asleep hugging her Thomas the Tank Engine book.

Once the bedding was in the wash, John was bathed and in bed, I found that old bottle of Hot Fudge in the fridge, heated it up and grabbed a spoon! And with each bite I thought to myself, "I'm very thankful. It could be worse!"